Friday Night at the Drive In Bingo
26 June 2010 at 11:45 am
"Dishin' out your digits again, eh, Morgan?"
"Shut up, Skylar."
"This was work. I'm bartending at the Solstice Parade tomorrow."
"Uh huh, whatever you say! Far be it for me to judge your digit distribution."
"Ooookay, Mr. Bon Mot."
"So I won't call you for Malibu, then?"
"Nah, I need the money for Palm Springs. Next time."
"Fuck. Here comes the brodeo."
Activate bartender smile. Go through the motions. Sweetness and light + gentle teasing and playful eyerolling = $150 bucks = a month of food or one amazing dinner, a month of yoga or peace of mind in the savings account, a pile of records or an afternoon at a wine festival.
Life: it could be worse, but only if I stop working.
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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.