Plunge?

30 12 2010

I’m totally in a conundrum here…

Do I want to go back and do the plunge this year? I was there in 2009. Missed 2010 because I’m a moron. (big surprise.)

I don’t miss that “Holy crap was that cold!” thing… but I do love the idea of it.

The Nana hates that I consider it, even now, but Lili thinks it’s awesome.

Anywho… The Yinz Polar Bear Plungers, are again returning to our original post-plunge home, My Living Room, this year.

This makes me so happy. Even if I don’t jump in the river. I’m happy that my friends love My Living Room as much as I do and know we have good food and good employees, and want to spend their time there.

I asked again, same as last time, for special permission to open early and I was given the okay. But that was for me to open and tend bar… I still needed someone to cook.

And my buddy Rook has agreed to show up hours early to cook while I bartend.

I cannot tell you how happy I am that my friends want to come to My Living Room that early on New Year’s Day. I cannot tell you how happy I am that Rook agreed to show up early and cook for my friends.

What I can tell you is that I can’t wait for New Year’s Day and the opportunity to see and tend bar for my good friends. I cannot wait for it.

I’m so happy to be able to bring the Yinz Polar Plunge group back to My Living Room.

Thank you, friends, for supporting me, and for again supporting My Living Room. You know I love it there, and that I love you all. So, thanks. It means a lot to me that you asked for this, and I’m so happy I could make it happen. I can’t wait for New Year’s Day!!

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Ready. Sort of.

1 10 2010

I’m ready for my busy day tomorrow.

Knowing that I’m old and stuff, I am at home tonight, getting ready for a good night’s sleep. Because working from 6pm till close is something I gave up over a year and a half ago.

It’s gonna be rough. But I’m ready to show up with a smile, and wear whatever the heck I can manage to fit the dress code. I know I own approximately 30,000 PRFC and Living Room shirts. Can I find one? NO! Are there any smalls in the PRFC goodie bags? No. Guess I’m buying a new t-shirt tomorrow.

(Which I will mod in my own time before the next shift.)

I swear on everything I love, I WILL be pleasant tomorrow night. I will be a new-to-you bartender.

But, first, I’m getting up and going to tailgate with the master of tailgating, Uncle Crappy, before we watch Burghseyeview‘s son play football against CMU.

Said son is also a rugger, so I gotta be there. Yes, I’m skipping a home Angels game to attend this. But I’ll see my ladies later.

I’ll peace out and head to work… Yes, I just said that. I am going to work…. At My Living Room.

You have no idea how much this freaks me out.

I’m going to work. I have, if only for one night, a job. Good grief.

I am a bartender again.

God, I hope I remember how to do this.

By the way, friends who are planning to be there to support me? You have no idea how much I appreciate you. I hope to be able to hug or talk to every single one of you, if I can’t, please understand I’ve gotta do this job, but I love that you guys are going to be there for me. Even more than I appreciated your showing up when I left My Living Room.

Luckiest girl on the planet to have the friends I have. True Story.

I have to be at work (that is SO STRANGE TO SAY) by 6pm. I want dinner before I work. So I’ll be there earlier.

Things have changed there. I hope I’m quick enough to get it.

Pretty sure I will get it, and I will be better for it.

Can’t wait to see everyone at My Living Room tomorrow.

Ah, My Living Room. This is going to be EPIC.





What to do… What to do?

7 04 2009

I’m trying to figure out how to handle my return to My Living Room. And when to do so… And I’m looking for input.

Based on the support of certain ruggers, I feel like I should be right back into the swing of things. Why? Because I no longer have to worry about the bar, their behavior in the bar, or having to work there ever again. And because some of them commented that it will be nice to see me smile now. And honestly, after reviewing what I “used” to do for the club & bar, and what I now do, there’s no reason I shouldn’t go there and have the time of my life.

The “situation” that led to my not working there & those involved in telling me do NOT make me interested in going there… They handled it badly. Perhaps against all employment laws, but still, I’m hurt by their evasion. I don’t want to give that bar any more money than minimally possible. But then I want to go and be that patron that doesn’t tip well, but doesn’t tip as bad as some people.

I’m honestly ok with not working there. Working a 9-5 and then working till 4am every other weekend was hard on me. Physically, emotionally… I wanted to find a way out of it, and being forced out, has led me in other directions, so I hope it works out & I make it happen. I’m also EXCITED that the next time the ruggers decide to venture to other bars or on a bar crawl – I can GO. I don’t have to stay behind to work. Or stay behind because it’s what I “do.” I won’t do that anymore. I may not be able to afford it many times, but I’ll make it as much as possible.

I also want to want to go there for my social media friends. Those who walked in, fell in love with it, and met me there every time I went there. Working or not. They loved that place, as I still do (for different reasons, now), and it kills me to take that away from me and them.

This all comes up because apparently everyone goes there on Thursdays. And this Thursday is the night before Good Friday, when many of us don’t have to work. I can still, to this day, remember my first night before Good Thursday, 7 years ago. It was fun. And dang if I don’t have to work on Friday and kinda want to hang out…

I’d like to prove those who were jerks to me wrong. I’d like to find a way to be bigger than them, better than them. To figure out a way that I can go there, along with all my friends, and then go where ever we want to… home, another bar, but spend just a small time there. Does that make sense?

A friend left a comment yesterday that made me really feel what I already was starting to feel. Embrace what is coming next. It may be a blessing. He said what I felt behind the bar cannot be replaced, and honestly, I’m not sure right now that I want that. I want what the new things I’m doing to replace that. Because it’s different.

And, honestly, I want to go there so I can watch the deterioration of what I worked on, and while I might be upset by it, it will NOT be my fault, and I will be laughing my ass off at what they turned away.

So what do you think? When should I go back? And when do you want to go back with me in force?





Ok, so it wasn’t that bad…

15 03 2009

St. Pat’s that is. At My Living Room. Really, it wasn’t. Started of very lame and very NOT busy. Very. Then the men’s team descended on us. Along with a few parade attendees… And it was fun, more on that in a moment… But it was also stressful, because dealing with the parade attendees, who have been drinking ALL DAY LONG is very difficult. Them: “I want a beer.” Me: “Really? What kind of beer?” Them: Dumb, vacant look like I’ve asked them to tell me where the Fountain of Youth is located. Lather, Rinse, Repeat. About a thousand times. Honestly ask Uncle Crappy or Mrs. Crappy. They witnessed one of what might be my favorite idiots of the day. (Right when they managed to find a seat at the bar!) UncleCrappy and Mrs. Crappy are super duper people. I’m incredibly happy I was done kinda early and could SIT DOWN and enjoy a drink while they had their beer! I’m pretty sure they rock the world because we all went to Ohio U. Right? Of course I’m right… But I have a special surprise for UncleCrappy in after the last pic…

The day was fun because the rugby guys who were there are ones I really like. I like waiting on them when I bartend and I like hanging out with them on the other side of the bar. They do NOT create stress over & above my waiting on them as a 30-man collective. They don’t CAUSE issues at My Living Room… I mean, who can be upset with these folks:

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An these two? My adoring fan club at the end of the bar? Smiling at me…. Begging me to leave My Living Room and go to another bar with them? How could I resist that? Especially when they were there on the happiest day ever last fall??? How CUTE are my two fan club boys?????? How could I refuse??? Unpossible.

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Thankfully we were entertained before the Crappy’s left…  A good friend of mine has been perfecting his bagpipe skills. And he was awesome. I’m sure UncleCrappy will back me up on this one. And here comes the big news for Uncle Crappy…

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You see that guy on the right??? Yeah??? He’s an OHIO STATE FAN!!! He’s an OSU Graduate!!! Woot! He’s a new-to-rugby-guy. And dang if he didn’t make me mad first time I waited on him a few weeks ago. But after yesterday and today? I love him. He rocks. He’s a trooper. AND he forgave me at one point for the Fiesta Bowl fiasco. He showed up today, in pain for the Scotland v. Ireland rugby match. I have a feeling that this dude and I will become good friends in the fall… I finally have another OSU fan to watch football games with!! Yay!!

I probably have to go to practice on Tuesday and let him know that I’ve outed him as a non-Pitt, non-PSU fan, huh? Well after his day yesterday, I’m pretty sure he’ll still just be happy that I am also an OSU fan…. WIN!





Oh, St. Patrick’s Day…

8 03 2009

st-patricks-day-thumb1912992… how I hate you. Mostly based on my mother’s reaction to it. I just remember her saying that I was more Irish than the people who think the are “Irish” were. And for the most part, she’s 99% correct. See, my mother’s family is Irish. Not a family who arrived here oh, so long ago, and raised their family here like most “Irish” people on St. Patrick’s Day. But really Irish. As in my Nana and Granda were born there. As were my two uncles and my aunt. Shortly before my mother was born, the family picked up and moved to Glasgow, Scotland. So in reality, I am a first generation Scotch-Irish (more on the Irish) and French-Canadian (more on the Canadian) American.

And everyone who thinks they are Irish because some family member came here oh-so-many years ago, I am more Irish than you are. Believe me. How do I know? Because I despise the way people react to this one day a year.Saying you are Irish, does not mean you should or can drink as much as you weigh.

For the past 7 years, this coming Saturday will be the 8th straight, I have worked the daylight shift at My Living Room on St. Patrick’s Day Saturday. The day of the parade. We’re not busy for a while. But all of a sudden, the you-know-what hits the fan. It gets so bad that my shift, the 11am – ? shift, which usually ends around 6 or 7 pm, ends at oh, somewhere between 8 & 10pm. And we’re so busy that we can’t even reconcile a cash register drawer. We’re lucky to get out with our tips in hand and hope our drawer ends up straight.

I can’t tell you how many people come in and ask, “Are you Irish?” No, I’m not. Those green eyes and super-duper pale skin are just for FUN. And the sunburns in the summer? Also for fun. I may not be a redhead, but good lord, did I get all the Irish my mom had to pass along. My sister? Not so much.She got more of my dad when it comes to it. (However, I’m sure if the two of us were ever seen on St. Patrick’s Day by a bunch of drunkards, they’d think they stumbled into Irish heaven. Just sayin’)

Knowing my job, and how to make money at it when I need or have to… or on days like this, when it rolls in… I dress the part. So I’ll probably get a haircut Friday night, to tame my curls a bit. (And cause Florida does NOTHING for my hair. Ever.) And I’ll wear green. And if you can’t see those Irish Eyes at that point, well, you’re too drunk to wait on.

Good luck next Saturday y’all. I hope we all make it through in one piece. And of course, all of my friends are welcome to stop in and say hi. Just be sober enough to not make the nice Claire angry. Cause after this weekend, there’s no way I’m showing up at My Living Room NOT angry.

Again, Good Luck, y’all.

I only added that song for those of us who missed the show last week. And for “my” Danny, with whom I intend to share this blog with tonight. Yes, my rugby friends, I’m sharing it with him. After I saw his response to my email today about my blood issues, I think I gained a new-found respect for him supporting the bar. Love it. Thank you, Danny.





Covered in Blood…

8 03 2009

You think I’m kidding… I bet… But I’m not. Tonight an uber moron at the bar, who was kicked out during the Super Bowl, started a fight. With a new guy. And guess who got involved, along with oh, about 8 of my men’s team players? Me. And what was the result? I bore the brunt of the blow to the new guy’s nose. Covered in blood. This has never happened to me before. All the pics I have now are post-work. I did have someone take a picture or two right after, but haven’t received them yet…. here is my night, post-work, in pictures.

My jeans, as I looked working from 10pm or so on... nice.

My jeans, as I looked working from 10pm or so on... nice.

Upper left hip. Awesome.

Upper left hip. Awesome.

My left hip. Also how I wore them all night long.

My left hip. Also how I wore them all night long.

The remainder of my left leg...

The remainder of my left leg...

Oh, but it gets better. Cause I had to change my shirt… And the a-hole who caused this? Yeah, I put the new shirt on his tab. And he’s going to buy me new jeans. And an effing new bra…. Cause I have no idea how to get that blood out of my regular job jeans. eff me.

Most of my shirt.

Most of my shirt.

Aw, nice. The bottom of my shirt.

Aw, nice. The bottom of my shirt.

Top of the shirt. Yes, my neck and face were covered. Nice. Right?

Top of the shirt. Yes, my neck and face were covered. Nice. Right?

Left sleeve...

Left sleeve...

Right sleeve...

Right sleeve...

One part of the ruined bra. don't judge. i'm effing mad.

One part of the ruined bra. don't judge. i'm effing mad.

Yet another part of ruined bra. Don't judge, again.

Yet another part of ruined bra. Don't judge, again.

Did I mention that jerk-face’s debit card was declined when we ran it? No? Well, god help him if I see him sometime soon. In the event he is not banned from My Living Room, I will NEVER, EVER wait on him again. My jeans are done. My Bra? Done? My shirt that I got for Christmas and wore outside of work for the first time ever?? DONE. And as far as I’m concerned, that jerk-off is DONE.

Way to go on that “Don’t Make the Nice Claire Angry” thing. Geebus.





Shiver. Friday. Wahoo!!!!

17 12 2008

So as I’ve said before, this Friday my good friends, Shiver, are playing at My Living Room. I’m super excited to see them again. I haven’t seen any of them since right after Brufest when I saw Bruce & Jon at the bar.

It will definitely be a fun night. I might even get drunk enough to require my designated driver, who knows!!

To get you all in the swing of things, I’m sharing links to their website, MySpace and their songs… Go, look, listen…

And then meet at My Living Room Friday night. It’s a free show, it starts at 10pm and I guarantee a fun time. It’s My Living Room, after all…

Shiver website

Shiver MySpace

Songs

Be there!