I hurt every where. Well maybe not every where, but it feels close to that. I fucked up my knee on Wednesday. Since then I’ve been inactive, contorted on the couch and moving very carefully (don’t worry, I have actually cared properly for the knee and it is much better). But now my neck hurts, my back is stiff and my jaw, presumably from recent tension, is painfully locked up. On to a judicious application of heat, cold and ibuprofen. Seriously, like what, you turn 35 and suddenly just start completely fucking falling apart? I am somewhat bitter about this. I’m not sure what to do, preventively, except exercise, which I can’t do when my knee hurts. WAH!!!!
Despite all that, last night at work, the Sat bartender, MDNYC (Maître d’NYC, best nickname ever, ha!), as he always does, made us each put in a $1 for lottery tickets. Last night he let the band put in too, and we won $500 (split 10 ways). Hurrah! So the whole staff started out the night in pretty good mood (the band just started drinking heavily).
Then I had some cute Texas boys, in town on business, come in for dinner. I guess I made their night, because clearly I am the best waitress ever. Heh. Anyway they called later and asked the hostess how to spell my name and where they could send me a present. As far as I can piece together, there should be some sort of fancy wooden sign arriving at the restaurant for me some time soon. Very strange.