Drinks @ MindSay

 What do you get when you mix a little alcohol, some musice, and a bunch of people looking to party or get laid? The answer is my job. I am twenty five years old, female, single, and a bartender and my life is just as awsome as I hoped it would be at this age. I love what I do. Everyday I go into work and get ambushed by people seeking their daily hug and a kiss on the cheek.  I party with my regulars, many of whom have become my friends. And I get paid for it.    

    When you do what I do for a living things are bound to get a little crazy.  People get drunk, guys try to take home the girls, bad karaoke ensues, and before I know it I'm off dancing on stage with some guy and drinks will have to wait a minute. No one seems to mind any of it; in fact they seem to be having the time of their lives.  So I am starting this blog to share some of the fun with the rest of the world. I will also be mixing in a little friendly advice from the bartenders perspective and maybe just a little mixology to help make your next party more interesting. I may even help a few guys to get laid and a few girls to stay out of trouble. The next shift I will be working is tommorrow. Until then I will get you warmed up with a basic cocktail:

 

Mandarin Cosmo

 

Indgrediants:

three lime wedges

symple syrup (you can buy it at Beverages and More or you can boil equal parts water and sugar then store in the fridge)

Cointreau

Absolute Mandarin Vodka

Cranberry juice

 

Directions: In a pint glass muddle two of the lime wedges. For those who don't know what muddling is, it's basically pressing the fruite into the bottom of the glass with a special stick (you can get a muddler at bemo) to get all the juice out. Fill the pint glass with ice. In no particular order add in 1/2 an oz. of simple syrup, 3/4 oz Cointreau, 2 oz Absolute Mandarin Vodaka, and splash of cranberry. Cover pint glass with metal martini shaker making sure the glass is not to loose.  Give the shaker about three or four hard shakes. Remove the pint glass and strain into a chilled martini glass.  If the pint glass gets stuck in the shaker DO NOT bang it on the counter!  Slap the side of the can a few times to loosen the shaker up and then remove the glass. Garnish with the remaining lime squeeze. To measure ingrediants place a pour spout on each bottle. Turn the bottle over until it pours rapidly and count. Each 1 that you count is a quarter of an ounce.

 

 

A girl has invited me out for drinks sometime. I have accepted her invitation. We haven't arranged a when and where yet but I'll keep you informed.

When I woke up this morning, I was more than 5,000 words behind on my NaNoWriMo novel, but I'm now closing in on only being 3,000 words behind. Boo hoo hoo, I have to write a whole lot at once now. And I really hate writing, which of course is why I plan on making it my career. Heh heh, maybe I just wanted to get behind so I had an excuse to hole myself up in my room chain drinking 5-Hour Energy.

Which brings me to a viable subject for this blog, rather than just random boring stuff.  5-Hour Energy is an energy supplement.  It contains as much caffeine as a cup of coffee, and a number of vitamins to give you energy.  To be specific:
Vitamin C: 100 mg, 167% DV
Niacin: 33 mg, 165% DV
Vitamin B6: 40mg 2,000% DV
Folic Acid: 400 mcg 100% DV
Vitamin B12: 500mcg 8,333% DV
Plus various caffeines and enzymes.  No sugar means no crash.

The no crash part is the hardest to believe, but it's true.  Now, you might be thinking that with all the natural stuff and so little caffeine relative to energy drinks, that there is no disadvantage to this product.  But there is one thing you must be careful of in using 5-Hour Energy:

If you use it all the time, it will impair your body's ability to run on lower levels of B vitamins.  It is best used only occasionally.  You can grow a tolerance to them (though it takes some work; I was drinking two a day when I was a department manager at Wal-Mart).  The moral is, as the moral of most of my stories is, don't work at Wal-Mart!  Any unhealthy thing you have ever done or thought about doing will suddenly start sounding like a good idea.  Alcoholism doesn't sound so bad in the face of a lifetime at Wal-Mart.  Liver failure will only get you out of that hell-hole sooner.  Cocaine?  Never done it myself, but don't think the temptation wasn't there; Wal-Mart is designed to make people speed-freaks.  Most people who work there who don't have habits they can't talk about at work drink energy drinks and coffee by the gallon, and many of them chain-smoke as well.  I managed to refrain from smoking tobacco most of the time I was at Wal-Mart, but there were my five-hour energy drinks and my coffee (as many as three cups before work, made double strength).  And of course, when I went home, there was always my green tobacco, which I overindulged in.  Overindulged is actually a very weak word for the use I am describing, but I would rather not get into details.  Towards the end of the time I was working at Wal-Mart, I did start drinking more.  Though I was by no means a heavy drinker, I was on my way.

Long tangent, but my two salient points are this: 5-Hour Energy is a great product used in moderation, and don't work at Wal-Mart.


Peace Out,
Nathan

Dear World,

 

         No song today. I couldn't really think of a good one to fit my mood, it's a bit on the weird side. However! My hair is finally finished. A week before christmas I dyed it an auburn color that turned into a dark rusty brown-ish color. Not really what I was going for. So, things needed to be fixed.

 

Yesterday evening I bleached my hair to get all the color out of it, for the intent of dying it another color that will be a vibrant color full of shine and niceness. Yum. Anyways, I wasn't sure what color I was going to go for. Part of me was half tempted to go with purple koolaid for hair dye and have purple awesome hair. But, my parents would shit bricks, so probably not the best idea. I went with red again, and I love it. I've always had a thing for red hair (Especially on girls), and having my hair red greatly appeals to me. It's not just red. it's Red red. I have pictures on my myspace that people can check out. Post comments if you have them. Since I know I have oodles of readers about. Haha. Either way, I am extremely content with my hair, and I love it.

 

My mood has been bouncing around. Alot. And I've had the same headache that keeps punching me in the face for the past 4 days. I've been going from super lonely depressed, to very angsty pissed off, to very mellow and happy, to blank. What the fuck. I've been thinking about the future. And me being alone. And it's all been bugging me. School. Job. People. Me. It's all re-god-damn-diculous. But there's not anything I can do about it. I can't snap my fingers and have people admire me and want me to change their lives and them to change mine. Even though, I would love for that to happen. Still. Wish wish, wishy wish wish. Lame. Isn't there anything productive I can be doing? Oh yeah, I do have a bajilion games to play, I need to hunt around for a new job at a diner that will hopefully hire me as a server. God damnit.

 

"Oh. You don't have any experience doing that? Sorry, can't give you the job."

 

Wait. If I don't have experience how the hell am I going to GET ANY if you fuck ups don't give me a chance to prove that I'm worth a damn? Jesus christ, I'm sick of this system. I'm sick of school. I'm sick of being alone. I'm sick about worrying. I'm sick of all this bullshit.

 

But life goes on, regardless. I could flop down dead and everything will still continue to go on because that's just how things are. Each person has their own story, just like I'm stuck in mine. But is mine just another, "Wow, this is pretty dull," and put back? I don't know what I want to do with my life. The possibilities are drawing closer, and I'm really unsure. Sigh. I thought I was heading in the right direction, but I'm still not sure. I'm still surrounded by everything that I don't want to be. I want to tear out my awesome hair that I'm so agonized. What? This is how the world works? With fuck that. Maybe instead of wishing that someone would fall out of the sky and save me, I should be wishing for a brick to fall out of the sky and knock me the fuck out. At least that'd be more likely. Thanks God, you really help me out. Jerk.

 

Still, I'm here. I'll be here, unless that comforting cold of death decides to give me a goodnight kiss. But I doubt that will happen anytime soon. I'm not that lucky. I can also be poetic about death and all this bullshit out the ass, but right now, I don't know. This is a thought stream, and I'm streaming my thoughts. Maybe sometime I'll make a really poetic gushy love sick entry that will make me vomit just to reread it. That'd be nice. Really. Not that I'm being sarcastic or anything. Ugh.

 

I just need to get out of my house and do something. Monday was nice, because I got to go out and buy shoes and bleach and all that junk, but sigh. Maybe I should ask a girl out on a date or something. That'd be nice. Doubtful that I'd be able to refrain from shaking enough in order to pull that one off, though. Thanks Jesus, you let me down.

 

 

Sincerely,

      Nikolas