Who does that?!?

There is many a night at Buca Di Beppo where I am left wondering "who on God's green earth pulls that kind of stuff?!?," but tonight the charts have been topped.

I was simply performing a table run, which is exactly like what it sounds. We run around like the boys in Juno trying to find places to seat guests. So I'm running around, clearly busy, and then this bizarre looking man holding a baby comes up to me and asks (I kid you not... This is verbatim) "Will you wash this thoroughly for me, it fell on the ground?" And I say "what?!?!" And he shoves his babies binkey INTO MY HAND.He wanted me to wash his child's binkey. And here's the crazy part... I did it. Mostly because I was too shocked to do anything else, and party because I believe in being nice and delivering superior customer service.

But seriously people? I'm a hostess... Not your nanny. Not your sink. I'm a human being who currently doesn't have a child for a reason washing binkeys is one of those reasons, amount others.

So tonight I ask you, the good sane responsible people of the world- please keep in mind that no one but you (and maybe some relatives) should be thoroughly washing your babies binkeys.

Amateur hour? Nope Amateur Life.

I do believe that I have spent most of my life as an amateur of things. Never "really good" at just one thing, just a novice of a lot of things. 

I remember in high school there was this girl Meredith Hall. She was the state's best oboe player... and I knew her! We were friends! I was so jealous. I wanted to be the state's best oboe player, but all I happened to be was quite possible the most awkwardly plump and all around bizarre girl Guilderland High School had ever seen. 

It's been five years since I've graced G-land with my intensely peculiar personality, but I occasionaly find myself still wishing that I was the best at something. I'm even okay with not being the best, I just want to be good at something! To be able to focus myself to produce something worth mention, and not something anyone can do. I am really good at seating tables at Buca, but that doesn't count. 

Now, I'm not saying that I'm ugly and obnoxious, boring or bland...I'm simply saying that I'm afraid of letting my life pass me by without ever doing or becoming anything fantastic. I want to be a force to be reckoned with (in a good way... whatever that means anyway), I want to do something besides go to work, come home and watch t.v. That is my biggest fear. Well... at least in the top ten. So dear readers, please don't ever let me do that to myself.

Tis' the Season

The other night at Buca the phone rang and after a brief order was placed the customer informed that he would be bringing in a coupon that he received for the "Holiday Season," unsure of how to respond to the statement I simply said, "TIS' THE SEASON!" he promptly ended the conversation shortly thereafter.
With that little anecdote out of the way I wanted to share some of my highlights from this Christmas season thus far.
-I saw Manheim steamroller with my family. They're a lovely 80's rock Christmas band that I grew up listening to and were so fun to see live!
-We got our family Christmas Tree super early! This is not a typical tradition in the Welch household. It is typical for us to pick out a tree on the coldest day, which we did, but not before December starts, but we did that as well! Mary Ellen was quite ecstatic.
- I bought my first present today! It was for Alicia, my "Big" sister. While a small gift I hope it will be enjoyed.

And my last highlight of the season isn't really about Christmas, but it will occur in December.
I'M MOVING TO ARIZONA!!!!!! Excited is an understatement here people.
I'm moving in with my old college roommate Michelle, whose already there. I'll keep you posted on details, but I put in my two weeks at Buca and woohooo! I'm going somewhere warm!

Analogies and Mumf & Sons

I'm a big fan of analogies like Utah women are fans of Mary Kay, like Country folk are fond of beer and how New Yorkers are prone to terrible driving. 

I'm also currently a fan of the song "Where are you now?" by Mumford and Sons, or Mumf and Sons as I like to commonly refer to them as. You've probably heard their songs "I will wait for you," and "Little Lion Man," if you don't live in a third world country. No offense to any third world countrians, I hope you too get to hear Mumford and Sons soon. 

I would also like to give a little advice to anyone before they listen to this song: 

- Don't listen to it when you're all sorts of happy and upbeat like a puppy who just found a new home 

- Don't listen to it after you've just broken up with someone 

-Don't listen to it when you're with a bunch of people, it is most enjoyed alone 

-Do share this song with other people though, just as I bless you with it now. 

-Do listen to it when you're supposed to be doing something else, but wouldn't mind being distracted. 

-Do give time to enjoy it, relish in its words and rhythm! (I don't really know anything about music, just that I have a really good taste in it... the rhythm was a stretch for my musical knowledge limit) 

-Do put it on repeat.