Another day another fifty cents. . . and I haven't even started yet! Been opening at 11AM for a while now. Don't see much reason to get the shop open at 10, when things don't pick up till the afternoon. . . if they pick up at all. So, I guess that's it. Another one bites the dust.


I like Julie, I have a crush on her. It's fun to feel like a confused teenager again. Should I hold her hand or not? Will she mind if I touch her head or stroke her hair. I love it. We dance and I suck, but if she can put up with me trying to spin her and stepping on her feet, hey, I'm all about it. With a smile on my face and my hand on her waist, we glide around the dance floor like a roach on it's back. I'll admit, pacing my drinking is a challenge. After 4 drinks in an hour (to her half beer), I realized that I was not pacing. Sage says I should do a glass of water between each cocktail. That just might work. Knowing me though, that just means I switch to doubles.