Hi you guys. Welcome to the blog where I talk about my past. I would often think about the past when I was in the hospital in a bad way.
I'm gonna call this blog: ABC. I'll explain why. I was looking at a previous blog. I was talking about working for a photographer who wasn't nice to me. You see, I've come to realize that when you're under a lot of stress you take it out on your assistants a lot. I mean it's kind of like having a pot of boiling water with a cover. Something's gotta give, and unfortunately, your assistant is right in the path. It's not that you did anything wrong. Well, maybe I did some things wrong, but you're the first person in the line of fire. Things like dropping a Nikor lens out of a helicopter, leaving the film on the beach, and backing a van into the bay don't help. I wasn't such a great assistant. OK, that was A, for Assistant.
B is gonna be standing for Bar. You see, I was a bartender in college. It was a great way to work your way through college. Good tips. I always got good tips because I was a little heavy handed on the drinks. Oh man, one time these secretaries came in for happy hour. I made them a drink: 1 oz of Gin. 1 oz of Vodka. 1 oz of Triplesec. 1 oz of Silver Tequila. Poured it over the rocks and added a splash of coca cola, a splash of sweet and sour mix and the piece de resistance was a floater of Biccardi rum 150 proof. It was a very flammable mixture. OK, so imagine this, I'm trying to get out of the bar to take a bathroom break, and there was a little door to leave the bar. Well, there was a secretary that had had two of my famous drinks. She was standing right in front of the door. She had her dress hiked up to her hips and her legs spread, and she said, "Come on through Baby!" I don't think I've ever held a pee so long in my life. I didn't dare exit the bar. It's pretty funny being sober and watching everyone around you get absolutely ripped. If there was a group of people, I would ask who the designated driver was, and give them a free drink every other drink. A helluva way to work your way through school. OK, that was B for Bar.
Oh yeah, I forgot to add something I wanted to tell you. There was a new waitress who was kind of uncomfortable in the dress she had to wear at the bar. It was a Mexican themed bar and she had a high slit up her leg for the dress and a low cut top. Very Mexican, right? There should have been a brass stripper pole involved. Anyway, she had a tray of margueritas, strawberry margueritas, and she couldn't get throughout the crowd because it was very crowded, so she held the tray above her head. Well, I was watching her and she was heading right for a ceiling fan. I kept trying to yell to her to watch out, but the music was too loud. And then it happened. She hit the ceiling fan and strawberry marguerites and broken glass went everywhere. It was rather amusing actually.
I'll go back to C. I'm kind of gonna mix this blog about the past with the present. Way in the past, when I was running, you had to have a lot of courage because those races were tough. Anyway, when you have a traumatic brain injury, you have to have a lot of courage. It's gonna test your limits. That's for sure. And the other C word is Can't cause you can't do this alone. You're gonna need family and friends to help you through this. That, or get a dog.
That's about it for this week. Love and miss you all. Here's my link to the blog where I talk about the present.
Love, B. Nice