Belle Blog

yeah, for some reason people are drinking on Jen’s blog and not mine.
i’m hurt, nervous, and scared.
I have drinking games too if anyone wants to play.
ROXANNE is my favorite. its for poor people.
grab a can a nattie light and take two sips everytime the Police say Roxanne. its one can of beer.
poor people. hm.

um, then there is the name game, all you bitches have played it. no explanation necesarry.

try drinking everytime Saul says “bruh”
that’s a doozie, if anything just because being around Saul for any length of time makes you want to drink more.

if you take a shot every time Cynthia says Hombruh, you will pass out in a hour and a half.

My friends Chris Ryan and Ned like to try to drink every time I say fuck or mothafuck.
i can’t play that one. cant shoot and talk at the same time.

Here are some award announcements for the annual January Christmas party celebrating Whiskey River, Blackbear, Kinshead Tavern, and Bullshead Bars. Check out Welovebars.com to learn more.
The lavish event was this past sunday night. And as much as I would have rather been at Kingshead hosting Bingo, I thoroughly enjoyed being seen out with coworkers wearing more than a rag for a shirt. They might not have, but I did.
And here are the awards.

Most Flighty: Tom, Owner.
Best Underwear: Kendra, Bartender/manager.helluva girl
MOst High Times: Belle, Bartender
Most Swank Dressed: Chris, Bartender
Most Sloppy Drunk: Conor, Bouncer. (close match Dave, Kingshead)
Most Endurance: Paul, owner
Best Dancer: Maria, cocktail (yep, lots of cocktail)
Best shoes: Lisa, bartender (at least they stayed on)
BIggest Giver: James, owner (great nap on the couch I had, thanks a bunch)
Best Exit: Natasha, Bartender/manager

Thats all I got.
the gift checks are in the mail.

to anyone who went to Laura’s camp this summer, I threw some pictures of it up on my page. take a look and if you don’t see one of you and want to, just let me know and i’ll stick one up. i got all kinds of good ones.

please come to new york.

I tried to, uh, escape to a different place. one filled with companionship and balance, in order to see if it would find me, but it did not.
How can we percieve lonliness without knowing something, yet mostly when we…(I) am lonely i do not know what I miss. or what I need. But I must have experienced it before in order to miss it. It is a loss without an object of mourning. It is dark. It is a new year. I know where I would rather be, but not where I need/should be to help this feeling go away.
I cannot find balance without first creating it.

I just cooked tofu at 5:30 in the morning.
I long for red meat.

i need a new name.
actually, i just need a new persona, so peoples will quit hitting on me uninvited. that includes you, Saul.
I think I am going to come up with a permanent and invisible boyfriend to prevent retard conversation behind bar. he will be someone who works in the service industry. thats easy to fake. maybe even a long distance relationship, like New Orleans, poor bastard boyfriend probably lost his apartment to Katrina. but he has to have a memorable name. something i’ll never forget. like Jack Daniels, or Evan Williams, or Jack Evans, or sean penn….
crap. give me suggestions. this has to fly. im sick of no goods hitting on me like they gotta chance.

ps. once i got back from “fry all foods” “eat that cookie dough, take that shot!” Louisiana, my trainer said i needed to go to Fat Camp.
boo hoo hoo.