I must’ve poured over 100 green beers last night, and never got to drink one myself. I’m not distraught over it. I got some of the dye on my fingers and it’s still there this morning. I also licked my finger last night to see if it would come off . . .it did, on my tongue, where it stayed for a while. I can imagine the slightly panicked expressions on people’s faces as they got home and looked in their mirrors only to see green teeth and tongues looking back at them. (silently chuckling)
I have a p/t job working (bartending, hors d’oeuvres jockey) at our Performing Arts Center, The Adrian Arsht Center, formerly known as The Carnival Center. Miami needed another bailout and dear Ms. Arsht came to the rescue, so I guess Carnival(of Carnival Cruise Lines) who donated $20 million for honor of having their name bestowed upon it, kind of got a slap in the face and the building was renamed. I am a huge supporter and lover of arts so in all sincerity, thank you Ms. Arsht. Of course now because Miami being the place it has become has over done their PAC, that unfortunately, real regular middle class and can’t even imagine the lower income families, can really afford tickets to any of the performances. I get to see parts of performances which they broadcast on large flatscreens which are scattered around on the 5 levels. The images aren’t clear, but the speakers work pretty well. I was able watch the first act of Spamalot about 3 or 4 times, though never the end, because I was always cleaning up my bar and leaving. So to make up for it, I watched my DVD of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, to catch myself up on it.
I’m headed back to the PAC in a few hours for another event. It’s kind of an icky day today, for Miami, but it’s windy and I’m enjoying having the windows open and the breeze coming through the house. I should take Oakley for a walk. Some coffee perhaps to kick me into gear.
