Crikey. I don't know I tend to dance in high heels. The challenge? The masochism? Because perhaps the shoes are friggin HOT?
I'd meant to get home my like an hour ago. But again, masochism. That and hanging out with people. I love people. Except for the ones I hate. I HATE those people.
Its been nice to hear that people are really excited about dancing at Fizz on Mondays. Mondays. A school night! Its been consistently awesome. I love my staff. I love throwing a party EVERY week! I love that my bartenders are awesome and understanding :)
I've said it before... These nights have saved my life on more that one occasion. Today was a really really bad day. The usual stuff got to be a little overwhelming. Took a few breaths. Drank alot of water. Calmed the fuck down then and went to Fizz. Funny. When shit hits the fan there I'm all over it. I don't bitch about. Atleast not to everyone. The point here is that I can handle it. I don't start crying and ball myself up in a corner. This is something that I can handle because i love it. I just have to find that love in a career... with bennies.
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