what the hell is derby day?

yeah. i just wanted to see if these blogger folks were telling the truth. enjoy the picture of one of my favorite muppets and his boss. what would make this situation
sweeter is if i could still do my Beaker impression from when i was sixteen, but alas, that ship has sailed.

well my poodles, tomorrow is the biggest day of the summer,as far as somerset country club is concerned, for it is the second wednesday in july which means it's derby day.

derby day is the one day a year that is devoted to guys at the club (which is a lie, since they have a male-only event twice a freakin' month). all i know is that they come in, we have to feed 150 of them in an hour and a half, then they go golf, then they come back in sweaty and gross due to 90 degree heat, eat a little surf and turf combo, get drunk, bet on who did better and then go putt. it doesn't sound that exciting. in fact it's downright chauvinistic. i get called "honey" and "sweetheart" a lot. maybe if i'm REALLY lucky, mr. sleazeball will be a guest again and will try to touch my butt. again. i know i said i wouldn't complain this year, since i made the full choice to quit latte and come back but seriously. i feel that since i'm giving people copious amounts of alcohol in a setting where no one EVER gets cut off, why can't i get a little respect. that doesn't seem too much to ask for.

but i do fully acknowledge that i really have no right to complain. i get saturday off to go to the hitchin' in wisconsin and then i come back, work one shift, have another day off and then only have to work a day and a half until i get a whole week off. so in theory, the bitching seems rather ridiculous.

oh, but if feels so good.

"i'm chewing my cud, girl."

yeah, i've been gone. not anywhere exciting...just not posting. actually, if you consider working every day exciting, then yes, i was somewhere exciting.

but anywho. i figured that the day after our nation's birthday was a good time to check in. i finished my class. summer's almost done, which means the time of the cardigan is drawing nigh. aaaah...cardigan and party collar polos. fall is almost too much to handle.

other than that, it's been slim pickings for exciting events in the life of the pio. i haven't even learned any valuable life lessons lately, which means i'm in somewhat of a dry spell.

okay. now i'm bored. i promise i'll post more...even with pictures...oooooh.