There it is folks … my last bartending shift ever. Last weekend I had the most fantastic night. There were balloons tied to my register when I got in to work, friends brought me roses and masks, the staff signed a good luck card and my dear Carmelita gave me a little group of presents, including the coolest, most manageable journal ever:
Tonight’s my first Friday as a non-bartender and I’ve got to say it feels pretty great. I’ve spent the entire week forcing people to ask me what I do for a living.
I’m a writer. Period.
I’ve been to three storytelling shows since Monday, including my own. I’m writing my first blog post in over a month and I’m working on a new story for my next performance at Spill! Not to mention the other new story I’ve got waiting in the wings that I’m planning to write so I can drop my name in the hat at the Moth StorySLAM on October 29th.