my night as a 23 year old going on 40.

i have been so very very busy this weekend. i am just now getting the time to stop and just breathe. sat night i worked at the old mill as a waitress. which is now my new position there. i have succeeded in becoming a waitress. so i worked sat night and we were fairly busy. kept me on my toes at least. i made some cash in tips which was exciting but i got off work feeling the desire to do something.

i knew no one was available such short notice at 11:00 at night, so i went to applebees by myself. i was that girl. the girl alone at the bar. but gerrad was working so it wasnt bad at all. i sat and talked to him for and hour. then he asked me to go to the casino with him when he got off work...which was around 1am. i said yes. i wanted to be social for once, to be young and say who needs sleep. at this point let me tell you i had to be at work at 9am the next morning for my 6 hour workday and had also foolishly agreed to work a double and thus had to also work 5:00-9:00pm but alas i went with him to the casino where i lost all of my tip money i had worked so hard to make earlier and we played until 2...which confused me because i looked at my phone right before we left and it was almost 2, and then as i got into my car i checked it again to set the alarm for morning and saw it was suddenly 3am. i had forgot daylight savings. yikes! so technically it was three am. and i still had to be at work at 9am. i immediately regretted my choice to come out...so i drove home sleepily and climbed into bed assuring myself that five hours of sleep would be enough and i would just be tired at work the next day...then i got a call. my dear little brother whom we all know i love and adore asks me to come pick him up. he was a little drunk and felt really sick and needed a ride. i asked him where he was...the animal house. thats in port angeles. thats a thirty minute drive one way.....i said yes. so here i was, at 3:30 in the morning changing out of my pajamas to go pick up my little brother in pa. oh how much i was regretting this night. i went to pa and picked him up and then drove us both home as he fell asleep in the passenger seat. poor thing felt horrible. by the time i got home, changed back into my pajamas and light off i looked at the clock to see it was 4:45 am. my alarm clock was set for 7:30. this was a sad thing.

skip to 7:30 am. i wake from my slumber to a chiming (my alarm) and sit up groggy eyed with a pounding headache. this was going to be a long day. i slowly made my way inside to take a shower hoping it would help bring me from this stupor i was in. no such luck. i got dressed for work and sat around trying to keep myself from falling back to sleep. five minutes later i get a call. can i come in now? (8:40)

i get to the restaurant dreading working and knowing getting called in means it will be slammed when i get there...so let the games begin. i pull up...there are no cars. why am i here? needless to say courtney thought i should be there in case it got busy so i sat around trying to find things to do to keep myself busy. 10am hit and all hell broke loose. we had a table of 15 show up as well as a table of 9 show up. then several parties of 4, 5, and 7. within 15 minutes every table at the restaurant was filled at all practically at the same time. i spent the better half of the next hour getting waters, drink orders, making coffee, and clearing plates. not even having a chance to help either waitress with my usual things. the party of 15's food orders somehow got mixed up and it took nearly 40 minutes to get all of their food out. but by 11:45 both large parties had eaten and left. and left a war zone to clean up. that was the moment kris the waitress came up and told me that a party of 12 had just called and needed a table in fifteen minutes...as well as another party of 9. i wanted to cry. suddenly 5 different couples of 2 came into the restaurant and again all hell broke loose.

we went nonstop from 10am until 2:30pm with so many people that at no time during those hours was there an empty table. i had consumed 4 cups of coffee that morning and no food so around 1 i thought i was going to pass out. orange juice became my new friend. anything to keep my blood sugar levels up.

i got off work close to 4. and came home wanting to cry.. i was sooo exhausted and sore and dizzy. i hadnt eaten anything and felt so sick. i went straight out to my room and sat down on the bed. (i was supposed to be back at work in an hour) but then my phone beeped. my darling dave (the chef and my boss) had heard from jake about my night and heard how busy we had been that morning and made it his goal to find someone else to work that night. so i get a text telling me he had the night covered and to go to bed. i could have cried i was so happy. jake had made up for the night before by getting me that night shift off. so i fell asleep almost immediately and woke up an hour later, starving, headache still there and still tired.

i came inside to eat dinner. it was salmon and tuna. i hate both.

no dinner for me. no food at all.

i went back out to sleep.

i woke again to find mother had made me a waffle with strawberries. it was perfection.

i fell asleep and woke this morning around 11:30am.

how pathetic am i? im almost 24 years old and i cant even stay up all night without my body practically shutting down. i am so lame. i will never be a successful partier.

but you know what? i am okay with this.

i had my night of craziness.
and you know what? i cant wait to get back to my old routine of going to bed by eleven. give me a good book or movie and i will be perfectly content.