So, bartender debut on saturday. Started of looking like a lost puppy dog (which was SO the plan, who is goin to scream at a puppy dog. No one), scared shitless.
Put a smile on it and shake that mother!
The night ended with me pouring (literally. My hair was dripping.) whiskey all over me and Bella that happened to stand behind me.
(Not like I smelled like raspberries before that happened.)
- Your armpit smells like my ass!
And then, because of lack of food and complete exhaustion the night ended with me getting tipsy (understatement) on 1,5 bottle of stella and falling alseep hard on the nightbus home.
Today I am actually going to uni. Imagine that.
Instead of sitting in a booth all day, I will sit in classrooms and learn bout what some people call "real things".
and also, FUCK VALENTINES!
I mean it.
If I ever would, this is the day I would jump of a bridge.