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Hi, my name's Alena. His ex? Yeah.. I don't want to meet you at all. Aaaaaanyway. This has been on my mind far too much. So tonight - I stepped out and went to this guys once a year "Pimps n Ho's" party. Stayed for the obligatory one beer, happy friendly chit-chat and a few introductions. Actually, it wasn't too bad. A rather large bonfire in this guys vast yard (he has 5 acres) with between 70-200 drunken, slutty and sexy drunk people. I showed up wearing my check pants (chef uniform.. just got outta work) and just a tshirt that I had underneath my coat. I was a ..ho-ey?... chef. Sexy! Vashon has some cool parties, I have to admit... So Kris and Byron have the island all pissed off - the Beachcomber and the Ticket both ran front page stories on the whole police brutality thing. The older asian woman who works at the gas station I go to even asked me how they are. I'm seeing more and more of the guys lately, poor Byron is such a party animal but is so depressed about his jaw being wired shut. He has difficulty talking and he's really down about it. Doesn't want to go out anymore, or really have people over. That, and the whole liquid diet-- drinking nothing but "Ensure" for food has kinda got him down. It's really quite sad. I just wanna take it away.. arrrgghh fucking cops. *********** Tomorrow (well, today, now that it's 1:10 am), is Father's Day - meaning that the restuarant has like a million reservations and specials and decor. I almost despise these holidays now - because holidays mean double shifts and cranky workers and waitress's leaning into the pick-up window asking when that fucking filet is up because a 14-top just walked in and she wants to get drinks... so bottom line? It sucks. I work best under pressure. I even enjoy it when ticket after ticket comes in. I get a shiver of pleasure when I see a medium-rare filet go out with perfect marks, or when someone orders my dessert or the appetizer I designed. I love it. Doesn't even feel like work at those moments - just play. But after around 9-10 hours when my whole body is sore, most likely cut and burned, dripping with sweat, hungry, cranky, and getting anxious to leave? When more and more tickets come in and I start loathing customers for wanting food... that's when it's time to go home and I'm officially exhausted. I despise Hallmark holidays. But hey - it's awesome money. Today I had a special request for a German Chocolate Cake. So, I made one.. and it turned out so fucking good. I hope every piece sells tomorrow - because they are laced with sheer orgasm. And people just gotta try that. Who could resist an orgasm for around 9 dollars? I just have to go to bed... oh hooray for the double shift holiday...
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