Attack Of The Bald Waiters

Well, it’s been another fucked up kinda weekend and I still have to get through Sunday. That does not bode well… Still, on the bright side I only have to get through five more days at work and then I’m free. Forever. As an added bonus, my boss is going on vacation on Wednesday so I only have to survive two more days with her. Yippee Skippee. What else to report? It was Derby Day and I spent much of the afternoon at Lindy’s parents’ house for their annual Kentucky Derby party. None of my horses came anywhere close to winning, but I had done no research into any of them before the race, so that’s not really surprising. I sorta flipped out on the way home though. I had to tell my, “I’m moving to California without a job” story to like 800 different people and I guess it finally sunk in that I’m leaving. I’m actually packing up my life and leaving. My apartment is getting packed up (albeit slowly). I’ve hired movers. I’ve got a temporary home worked out for my horse. Everything is falling into place just like I had hoped and I’m freaked the fuck out. I know this is what's best for me. I know this is the right thing to do. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m still scared out of my fucking mind. I have people that I’ve come to rely on and it will be hard not having them around all the time. I know they will always be just a phone call or an email away, but that doesn’t mean I will miss them any less. Guess I was just do for a flip out and today was the day… On a totally unrelated topic, let’s talk about the bald waiters. They’re stalking me. Ask Lindy, she was witness to this bizarre phenomenon while we were in Vegas. Every fucking waiter we had was bald. I admit to having something of a Lex Luthor complex these days so it quickly became a running joke. It finally got to the point that it wasn’t funny anymore. It was just disturbing. The trend continued when I got back to Atlanta. It hasn’t been every one, but still the vast majority of waiters I’ve encountered have been of the bald persuasion. They need to stop. They’re almost as bad as the black helicopters now :)

"Time himself is bald, and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers." -- William Shakespeare - "Comedy of Errors" - Act II Scene ii