Labor Day. I had the day off work, spent it reading and writing. I'm working on a "monograph" of sorts on Lexington & Concord. Ams came over and we spent the evening watching Adventure Times.
Tuesday. Good news: Sarah's feeling better after two weeks out sick. Bad news: she's not yet on the schedule. Today was another understaffed experience, and both Eric and I are stressed to the max. Amos has been "fired" by Bob, but he'll still be with us for a while. I'm NOT looking forward to losing him; it'll be just me and Eric holding the store together at that point. Mandy and Corey returned from Indiana last night, and I spent much of the day hanging out with them plus Ams and Kevin. AND I got to hang out with Blake, which is a rarity.
Wednesday. Chloe and I closed shop, and 5:30 Eric, Tiffany, the tiblets, Sarah, Brandon, Amos and I met up at Rock Bottom for beers and dinner. They tapped the Rocktoberfest, Luke was playing guitar by the beer, and Keith threw $150 worth of gift cards at us like you'd throw dollar bills at a stripper. We filtered out, and Sarah and I hung out with Brandon at his loft on Main, and then I headed to the Loth House for fun times with John and Brandy, Amos, Frank and Rebecca. Also, Sarah's back on the schedule. "NEVER underestimate your worth," I told her.
Thursday. Chloe and I opened. "The Dream Team." We were slow, so I was home by 1:00: Birds of Steel, writing, and a nap summed up my afternoon. I went over to the Loth House for a while to hang out with Amos, and we caught up on the fiasco in Syria. This is basically where it stands:
Friday. Ams came over and Mandy returned from Indiana. Both wanted to get super messed up, so they took shots of whipped vodka in the kitchen. Ams and I picked up Chinese, and Mandy got Chipotle. She dropped her burrito bowl in the street, and Ams tripped on our front steps and fell flat on her face as she proclaimed how she wants to eat like a fat kid. We chowed down, and by 7:30 both were passed out. Andy came over, and we went to The Happy Hollow and listened to Led Zeppelin and Josh Ritter on the jukebox, and a drunk guy kept trying to wedge into our conversations. When we got back Ams had retired to my bed. Andy and I listened to some more Josh Ritter, and when he was ready to go I escorted him to the front porch and said Bye, and when I went back upstairs Ams was on the sofa half-asleep and eyes glazed over, munching on cold crab rangoon. I bid her good night but she didn't hear me, and I retired to my own bed and fell asleep.
Saturday. Mandy and I ran downtown for coffee at 600 Vine, and a trip to the bank took forty minutes because of a 5k cutting straight through Norwood and down our street. Andy, Mandy and I spent the morning hanging out until Ams woke around noon. I headed over to the Loth House and spent the evening writing as John and Amos watched football. Carpal tunnel will set in soon enough. Writing is quite exhausting, and I went to bed drained by my creativity.
Sunday. I went to The Anchor to do some writing before working 9:30-Noon, hosting a birthday party at 600. I sped up to the Loth House when I clocked out, and John threw sausages and brauts on the grill. I met up with Ams back at my apartment, and she felt sick and threw up several times. We got dinner at Chipotle when she fell better, and when we got home Corey, Mandy, and Mandy's friend Chris were there drinking beers. We joined them in the fray for a bit. Ams left, and then Corey's car broke down. Also, I received some awfully shitty news from the Wisconsinite: one of her twin brothers was killed in a motorcycle accident. I stared at the message and felt my heart literally stop beating for a moment. My heart sank for her, and I wanted nothing more than to jump in my car and go be with her. But that's not feasible, and nor is it my place. Nevertheless, she's in my heart and prayers.
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