Artesian? Doesn't that mean its from Artesia?

Yes, right next to Antfartica. Artesian, for all you precious FIJI drinkers, is a type of “well” that does not need to be pumped. The angle of the strata causes pressure so that the water is extracted without pumping, kind of like Old Faithful except not because that is a geyser and its all actually very different, but I thought of this picture anyway.

Artesian? My brain?

Yes, how natural.
Kind of like PMS. And gin. All natural.

I woke up at 2:30. I walked upstairs. I went in the bathroom and washed my face. Then I fell on the floor and cried in that choking, rocking cry manner that has no real tears which makes it all worse. Faker.

Why?
Could have been just another Monday.
The Steinkeller kids do karaoke on Monday nights. That’s at Fisrt Street or Brick Run or whatever the hell have you. I’ll have a double gin and tonic for 2.75 please.
The night was fun.
Kinda.
Alyson, another of my fav SK co-workers, sees bob at Stadium a few hours earlier. Wait, im sorry, let me rephrase that. She hears his voice from across a crowded bar the moment he walks in. She turns and there he is, wearing a t-shirt she bought him for his birthday.
Bob is an asshole. Bob says and does terrible things to Alyson, the stories are endless. Bob even hits Alyson. Bob and Alyson were dating for three years. Bob is now Alyson’s ex-boyfriend. He broke up with her. Never really explained why. Never really said anything constructive. He’s now engaged to an ugly fat girl he’s dated for four months.
Alyson had five shots after Bob walked into that bar. Alyson, emotions, and drinking mix as well as toothpaste and tarter sauce on a piece of chocolate cake.
Alyson does not understand how someone you love, and supposedly loves you, can be such an asshole, she sputters, through real, wet tears. We are upstairs @ FR/BS because we went to go find Nick, her new bartender love. He’s not working. Now we are here.
She wants to be in love. I tell her this has come up in my conversations quite a few times lately.
There is nothing worse than seeing a beautiful person, amazingly smart and talented and fun, crumble into self-worthlessness because an asshole doesn’t think. I wonder why she liked him in the first place. I’ve asked her before, she hasn’t been able to get back to me with an answer.
She needs, as she stated before, a dry cleaning service for her head.
I put it down on blueprints this morning. Anyone that wants service will get it for free.
Because no one should be stained by an asshole.
Easier said than done.

Alyson went home.

I took care of some drunk girl in the bathroom with her head on the toilet and her thong hanging out of her pants. It was her birthday. She asked, in that quintessential blonde Miami chippie voice, “can someone come talk to me? Can you come talk to me please?” Which was cute. In a good way.

Is caring effortless? Yes. Just don’t expect anything in return.

They never played my song.

We left.
We went to Reuben’s. Shane threw a table at this kid. We talked for a long time after that. I’m not yelling at you, I just want to understand how your brain works. We talked, I got through to him.
Shane, who’s gonna take care of you. Stop hiding it, stop hiding. You take care of everyone else, someones gotta take care of you. He says no. He hides.


Then I came inside and I sat on the toilet. I put my hands over my head.
And said what I wrote on my last post after I couldn’t remember a single thing that Shane had just said to me.

I just took a very long break looking up green parrot bars and tiki sheek hotels in Key West. It’s September, but march is right around the corner.

I have other things to say, ill say them later.

One last shout out. Doug Linn made my whole entire evening.
Go avocados, perfect children, and mama Meredith.
That’s right, go me.
I rule.

Goodnite.