My brain hurts.

So, everyone is talking about this hump day.  Leave it to me to not understand the harmless meaning and instead find my mother's leg and go at it.  Awkward!

Nope.  I understand the hump.  It is never on Wednesday for me, however.  For you see, working at a place that has it's most business on the weekends, I have never actually had a weekend.  My hump day is non-existent.  Rather I not have two days off in a row or they fall on a Tuesday and Wednesday.  My weekend is just about over for this week.  So hump-it-up all you whiners of industry, you babies of the grind.  And suck it!

Someone texted me today about hump day and I read my sister's blog about hump day and I thought there was an actual holiday forming today.  I was very disappointed to learn it was just the normal hump day, Wednesday.  So I put away all my collected shot glasses and set down the bottle.  It is still Wednesday, though.  Los Gallos monster margaritas, here I come!  Speaking of those guys.  I went yesterday to meet a friend for dinner and there was a new waitor that sat us.  He was sorta cute in the younger-than-the-others way, but nothing you'd text yo mamma about.  He politly asked what we were having as the beverage.  I of course said the monster, he replied, I.D.  OH HELL NO MOTHA FUCKA!!!  Don't you know who I am?  What gives you the right, the nerve to ask such a question...I have been coming here for--months, or so...damn.  Nope.  He was cool.  I don't have my I.D. however, so that was a bummer!  The best part of the evening was when he kept coming over and asking if I was alright.  Not in the server way of good service, but in the lost puppy without a bone type of way.  Like he could sence my alcoholic blood pressure rising since I wasn't with my baby.  It's cool, sir.  I'll survive...just barely!