Earth, Wind and Pumpkins
Lil’ Fidel is with me all this week. This is the new nickname bestowed on the kid by R. I’m glad I have Fidel the littlest Dictator now, the week before I start my new job because it has been forcing me to get up early to take him to school. Not quite as early as I will need to, but close enough. Ya see, in order to have those short Fridays the M-Th workdays are from 7:30 to 5:30. It’s going to take some getting used to, for sure. Not so much the longer hours cause once I’m up, I’m up - but that 7:30 gives me a headache right now looking at it.
*Yawn* I’m on my 2nd 3rd cup of coffee as I type. I bartend the afternoon shift today and I’m kinda worried. Thursdays get busy. I just know I’ll get all these orders for shit like Colorado Bulldogs that I don’t know how to make and I’ll go, “Umm… miiiiiiiiilk. Umm… Kahluaaa… At least, I think its Kahlua. Oh God, what else-what else-what ellllllse?!”
I hate looking stupid, that’s the problem. What I really need to be worried about is if I’m not busy. See, on Monday we had absolutely no patrons for the entire first hour of my shift. I was there all by my lonesome watching the news on one of the TVs with the emergency necklace firmly in my grasp. It’s this buzzer thing we have to wear when we’re at the bar alone and if we hit the button, the police come. Or, they’re supposed to come. I’ve never tried it so maybe it doesn’t really do anything. Regardless, I was clutching that thing like I was about to fall and wouldn’t be able to get up.
Picture it: A very dark cocktail lounge. Dimly lit decorative Jack-o’-lanterns strewn about the empty tables are casting an ominous glow. It’s been raining all day with thunder so loud you can hear it over the old school R n’ B thumping on the sound system. Who knew September could sound so sinister?
Ba de ya
Say do you remember
Ba de ya
Dancing in September
Ba de ya
Never was a cloudy day
You’re trying very hard to hold it together even though every little noise is making you jump out of your skin. Ba-du, ba-du, ba-du, ba-du, ba-du - You can hear the rain getting louder and louder, pounding mercilessly on the metal roof when suddenly! The CLAP of lightning! All the lit pumpkins are flickering - off, on, off, on, off, on.

It went on like that for well over 30 minutes - all the way through Love Come Down, Early in the Morning and right on past I Need Your Lovin’. Finally, someone in need of an after-work cocktail made his way through the front door. I have never been so happy to see a day-drinker in all of my life and dude is definitely lucky he came in when he did. I was thisclose to racing out of there, hopping in my car and coming straight home - never to return. Bring on the Bulldogs, shit. I ain’t scared of no bulldogs! It’s the plastic pumpkins and EW&F that give me the willies!
I really want one of these. Will someone be so kind to get me one? No? Just thought I’d ask. I’m trying to decide whether I want one bad enough that it would be okay if R got it for me. Not that he said he would but he knows I want one real bad. I think boyfriends/husbands are banned from getting their women such items, aren’t they? Cause, you know, R may hand that to me on the wrong day at the wrong time of the month and my head is likely to spin around while I hiss, “So, what? My apartment is not cleeeeeeean enough for you, assssshole?!” I think I’ll just go get it myself. Heh. Happy Thursday, y’all!
Edit: I ended up working a double shift Thursday. There won’t be any more talk about being nervous or not knowing how to make stuff, I can tell you that. I guess, a double will do it! It was a lot of work and I’m sore as hell. My feet, R, MY FEET! Not only that, but I’ve now convinced myself and one of the managers there is a ghost that resides in the bar. See, the place I work at has been around for over 40 years and is somewhat of a Phoenix landmark, to give you some background on how freaking old and creepy the place can be.
Yesterday, the female manager met me up at work to help me open. I asked her where the switch for those damn pumpkin lights was at and she directs me over to the back wall. All the pumpkins are connected to a dimmer and I turned up the dial and went back behind the bar. Why - about an hour later - when I’ve been by myself save for one chatty lady drinking a beer, I look up and ALL the pumpkins have gone dark? There is a ghost, I tell you, A GHOST!!!!!! I can’t wait til Halloween is over! Thanks to Uncle J for kicking it with the kid last night! You rock! Manhattans are on me! I need a nap! And a heating pad! Bye all!
18 Responses to “Earth, Wind and Pumpkins”
laurie on Oct 20, 2005 | Reply
good luck with the drink making! make us all proud! hehe.
grayse on Oct 20, 2005 | Reply
R is a genius. Lil Fidel!?!?! ROFL *falls out*
I can see how your bar would be spooky by yourself and with Halloween decorations. Bless your heart!
Anyways- youll do fine this afternoon. Just show some skin and they’ll get over it!
sunshine on Oct 20, 2005 | Reply
That is too funny Mary. My boyfriend and I saw the commercial for that Bissel thing together and we both wanted it! We’re dorks!
Reclusivegirl on Oct 20, 2005 | Reply
I love Colorado Bulldogs, but I promise if I ever head out to Phoenix again I will not order one from you :) Perhaps a Vodka split? Ha ha. Keep on smiling!
Daisy Mae on Oct 20, 2005 | Reply
No shit! You aren’t going to believe this but I was lusting over that very Bissel this morning. Of course it was after the puppy that I am puppy sitting peed on the TV room floor and after the bunny poop fell all over the guest room floor when I was cleaning the bunny cage of the bunny I am pet sitting for. It would be better on my budget if I just didn’t pet sit and then I wouldn’t need a cool Bissel like that. But for now I have a poopy and pissy house.
AC on Oct 20, 2005 | Reply
Hey I live in the Phx area too, well- Chandler actually which is pretty far south. What part of Phx are you in? Maybe I’ll come by and order a CBD sometime ;) Heh- juuust kiddin’.
Rhonda on Oct 21, 2005 | Reply
Oh man I want a spot bot! That thing looks outstanding.
Garrison Steelle on Oct 21, 2005 | Reply
So, does this mean … wait … no, it can’t.
Well, maybe.
So, Mary, how are ya? ;)
-G
Margaret in Germany on Oct 21, 2005 | Reply
Wow!!! Your very own Fidel!!
About the spooky bar…when you are alone, play your own music. Loud.
Jewels on Oct 21, 2005 | Reply
Creepy!
Lil’ Fidel - that is great. I need to come up with a name for my kids!!
Jeff on Oct 21, 2005 | Reply
Is it just me, or does the SpotBot look disturbingly like one of those old Ford Pintos from back in the 1970s? I half have an urge to jump in and start driving the SOB. CRAZY TALK!
Josh on Oct 22, 2005 | Reply
I have one of those Bissel hand steam cleaners and hey are awesome. The only problem is, once you clean a spot, the rest of the carpet looks like shit. I am getting all new wood floors in soon, so I will have no more need for my doggy pee picker upper.
Neil on Oct 23, 2005 | Reply
Your pumpkin reminded me that I need to go buy candy for all the little Fidels coming by on Halloween.
Melinda on Oct 24, 2005 | Reply
Scurry!! Lil fidel! Love it, lol. Do you know i told my hubby it would be OK this one time if he got me that for my B-day! LOL but i said you can only buy shit like this if i tell you its OK, NEVER EVER EVER with out my say so!! lol
Melinda on Oct 25, 2005 | Reply
Go here if you get a chance http://wineandmartinis.blogspot.com/
sid on Oct 25, 2005 | Reply
OMG, just read your ed. LOL!
Only out west can one consider a place 40 years old, “old!” I loved that! Mayne, we got houses from the 1700s in my parents’ neighborhood! Of course, the euro types like to rub in that even that isn’t *that* old, wiht their 1000 year old castle ruins and shiz…. oh, kidding, hugs for mary!
sid on Oct 25, 2005 | Reply
also, just when are you coming back this way, missy?
muffin on Nov 1, 2005 | Reply
the bissell looks vicious! i need one of dem!