This is NOT a truck stop!

I know that I have been very, very delinquent with my posting lately. Probably due largely to the fact that I have worked a full day (Eight or more hours, thankyouverymuch) every day for the last 12. Stab me.

I am being punished for taking vacation time. See, my old roomie from college is coming out for the 5th anniversary of my 21st birthday (birthdays really lost their luster after 21. I can only imagine how horrified I will be when I leave my 20's if I am this blah about being 26. And stop laughing/yelling at your computers, you members of my readership that are over 35. Thank you.) and so I am taking vacation time from work. I asked for this vacation 4+ months ago, and apparently the new thing to do at work is to work the number of days you have requested off plus a few in a row before your vacation.

Sigh.

So I'm tired. And I lost one of my vacation days due to our new, tyrannical, meeting happy General Manager who is making every employee come to a meeting on Friday (the first day of my vacation) or be fired. I have informed management that due to this, I will NOT be working today. I got someone to cover my shift for me, and if they try to call me in they will be sent immediately to voicemail, where I will laugh heartily at them. Fuck. You. Work.

Also, it is T's birthday one week after mine (and F! Don't you think I could ever forget, baby. So hilarious all the march b-days.) and I have purchased him the most glorious gifts ever (if you're T, anyway) and if they don't make it here in time I may stab myself.

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Last night being my last official night at work before the vacation, I was in a strangely happy mood. It was slow-ish, I was working with G, (the only male server. Poor, poor man. Not only does he have a wife and daughter, he works with 15 women. The man hasn't seen a toilet seat left up in years.) who I love because he is a darling boy and he doesn't suck as a server. Just before we close, a couple who is staying in the hotel come down to eat dinner. (I am in the "fine dining" restaurant). They are a cuddly, giggling couple, who order $12 martinis and a bottle of wine to share at dinner. They are also making out, groping and dry humping at the table. No peck kisses--not even extended pecks. You could hear the tongues smacking. Gross.

I hate it when people do that. It's horrifying, and rude. All the other restaurant patrons left, leaving G and I alone with the sexed up couple. They totally ignored the fact that we were in and out of the restaurant, they they were next to the windows that face the hallway and everyone could see the shenanigans they were up to....

I came out with the food, and the kitchen being directly across the hall from where these two were seated, immediately made eye contact with the woman through the window. I was able to do this because she was STANDING OVER THE MAN, who had her shirt and bra pulled up to her shoulders, and is licking her BARE BREAST. She saw me see her, and her un-fettered boobies. Rather than go back in the kitchen and wait, I just walked in a dropped the food off. Her response? It wasn't to rush to cover herself. As I stood there, she says to her husband (I am assuming it was her husband) who is STILL LATCHED ON (!), "Dinner is here! We should button up!"

I walked away.

Told G what had happened, and he was horrified. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed. These people were in their late forties at least--Jesus.

I went to the front desk to tell D, who I love, of what happened. She laughed as well, and my question was....

Who does this? Who does this in a fine dining restaurant? This is not a truck stop. (even if it was, still not appropriate.) They weren't drunk, either. That would give them a little leeway. Lord.

And lemme tell you, the boobies--Not that great. I'm glad he liked them, but, well, as an owner of a set (meager or no) I am allowed to judge.

At least they tipped well.

(Spell check is back!)