Yesterday was Easter...another Easter come and gone. That's #25 for me. A quarter of a century of Easters. Crazy.
I am currently pretty tired. I just got home from work, a good hour and a half later than usual thanks to a large group that came in a half hour before we closed and proceeded to sit and eat, etc. until a good hour and a half after we were closed. I was the closer, so I got the honor of hanging around waiting for them to get done. I can't complain much though, cause that table alone provided a third of my tips for the night, and since I'm only scheduled for three shifts this week (which kinda pisses me off and scares me too) I will gladly take what I can get, tipwise and hours wise, even if it means staying late.
Right now I am eating reheated homemade mac and cheese, which my mom apparently made for dinner. Oh my Lord. It is delicious. In fact, even though it's almost midnight, I kind of want to get some more. If I do that, I should probably go and run a mile before I go to bed.
(Honestly though, since when has the threat of doughiness ever stopped me from eating things I really want to eat? Never. And it shows.)
In the past couple of days, something really strange and out of the ordinary happened. I didn't think it ever would, and now that it has, I'm pretty okay with it. We watched golf yesterday. In our house. Not at Grandpa's. Watching golf at grandpa's is just the norm. We sit around bored and talk and get excited when the hot golfers are on (such as Adam Scott). But for some reason, our household started kind of caring about the Masters. Maybe just because it was so weird this year. And yesterday, when it ended, right before we sat down to our scrumptious ham dinner to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, we were all sitting around watching it. And Grandpa, nor any other Brazee, were present. It was surreal.
Anyway, just thought I'd share.
In other news, I am feeling like an idiot lately. Since when is that news, you ask? To that, I have no answer, but I should probably go to sleep before I get myself another little bowl of mac and cheese.
Nighty night.
song: "The Good Life" Weezer
yesterday // life goes on
