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Tonight Up the Creek held a Chirstmas Party in the true Up the Creek style...no, not full of nasty seafood and PMSing managers, but in the cheapest, sadest fashion possible...the infamous 9 minute catfish lady who works at the bowling alley across the street offered us free lanes from 10 to 12 on a Monday night (prime business hours of course, nothing but the best for UTC) and our managers jumped at the opportunity to not have to do anything, including even show up, for us and still get the minimal credit, or have no cause to take the blame. Not wanting to be the only one there besides the Mexicans (who are very fun, but tend to throw trays when angry...I needed the more civil friends when dealing with 13 pound objects being thrown...), I waited until 10:30 to make my fashionably late entrance...not so difficult when I wasn't wearing my typical khaki, denim, and ponytail ensemble. The actual bowling was even kinda fun...for the first 5 minutes...I joined the hostess group, because I will always be a cute hostess at heart...and we quickly discovered how much we all suck. After 3 frames and 20 total points (among 5 of us...) we recruited the busser Little Steven, who was kicking some ass 2 lanes over and made him sit and give us tips...alot of good that did. His profound ideas that I should "aim for the middle arrow" only resulted in continuously going into the left gutter, instead of the right gutter as it had been before...He seemed to have left out his little secret, you've got to swoosh your right toe behind your left leg when you release the ball...I swear that's the trick. I got 2 strikes in a row after I did that! Having fulfilled my athletic talent for the next few years, I quit bowling and started helping Laura and Kristen make fun of the other servers....I'm sorry but some of the new people need to get on every TLC show invented....I could stock them for a whole season with our front of house staff, Baby Story, Wedding Story, What NOT to Wear, the one where they perform makeover miracles (maybe 2 seasons for that...), we've got it covered! Running out of hate for the evening, people began leaving and I settled down with Chuck, Patrick, Chad, and William for a chat...and we started discussing the striking resemblance between Chadwick and Clay Aiken...seriously, darken the hair and add cuter dimples and you've got our boy! And since he didn't deny an ability to sing, I set out on a mission to be serenaded (because I have that gift you might recall...), but the poor boy got a little stage fright, and when my mom called at 12:30 to find out why I wasn't yet home from the thing that ended at 12, he found the perfect excuse to say "another time." Damn overprotective parents! But I will get him next time...and I might not scoff at the idea of a work get together after this...we can be a rather entertaining bunch of people when you eliminate the sidework and fight for the last hush puppie... |
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