Today we give thanks. Thanksgiving is upon us. I will be working, serving "holiday people." Remember, those are people who are so horrible, that they weren't invited into anybody's house because they're assholes! (Thanks to Joe Kelly!) But if you happen to be some of the few families that are dining out, please remember that it's your server's or bartender's holiday too.
Tomorrow is "Black Friday." Originally the meaning of this horrid day was the start of the Christmas shopping season, and the point when retailers would start to turn a profit, and were "in the black." Now I feel it is called "Black Friday" because of the color of people's hearts that venture out to conquer the best deals possible, at the expense of their souls. And not just the shopper's souls, but retailers as well. (Apple's deal on iPads today saves you a whole $45.00! Woo Hoo! Now I can finally buy that iPad AND fill up my gas tank!)
You can't even enjoy the current holiday anymore because you are constantly being made aware of the holiday that is coming up next. Stores are putting up holiday decorations, and the music to fit earlier and earlier. Starbucks started to offer the "holiday lattes" a couple of days before Halloween. And they try to be cute with their chalkboard signs that say, "Can't wait for the holidays to enjoy your favorite lattes? Wait no longer. Get your Christmas Latte before you go out trick-or-treating tonight!"
Believe it or not, I actually do enjoy the holidays. It puts me in a good mood, the California winters are beautiful, chilly, but tolerable (sorry Lou's mom,) and my entire family gets together for merriment and mirth. But the way that the holidays are blended together now, makes it seems like September through December is one 30 day month. Next thing you know, some advertising agency is going to switch the days of the holidays, and we'll be celebrating Christmas on Halloween, Thanksgiving on Labor Day, and Halloween on Summer Solstice.
Stay in the present. Focus on what's important. And fucking tip your server and bartender!
Until next time... Server's don't pay their rent with compliments.
"Bitter. Party of one? Your table is ready."
The Bitter Bistro