Life is just a bowl of peanuts

I need the world to know that at times I'm not always eating. Although the main subject is food, Finer Things in NYC. I tend to do more throughout the day and night than just eat. 

I'd like to just eat and search the world over for The Finer Things all the time. 

Along with living in the greatest city in the world...I have to work to pay rent and well...eat. The Finer Things do not come cheap. 

I work alot. 

One is a normal job...day job. As normal as it can be. 

The other...abnormal job. 

The bar part of the 2 girls from a Bar. 

A bizarre dysfunctional establishment that was established decades ago. 

It follows suit of 2...

2 brother's owned it. 

It's 2 odd for words.

and it's my 2nd job. 

I find I need 2 get out.

But it brings in 2 much fast money.

I want 2 cry at times.

The 2nd girl from 2 girls from a Bar wants 2 cry too. 

When I tell friends that I work in a bar they think ..how cool. I used to think that as well. It could be cool. But it's not. At times when I come in to open on my afternoon shifts I pretend it is cool. 

I have keys to a bar...cool...setting up I pretend I'm that cool chick from all the biker movies that own a bar. I have tattoo's that are also really cool. 

And big hair.

And I cuss like a sailor.

Customer's come in and I have a boys name like Cyd...or Harrie...so when people talk about me everyone thinks I'm a guy. But no, I'm just the cool lady bartender that every loves. A good ole broad. That can throw down shots of tequilla and win at arm wrestling. But also really pretty, does her nails and smells nice. 

That's what I pretend. I also pretend I just won the Grammy for best new artist of the year. 

Someone walks in and makes me a star and then VH1 does a Behind the Music about me and they come back to film at my bar. All the regulars and mean co-workers suddenly are nice to me because I came back and let them have a cameo. All the musicians try to be nice so they can try and play background during the taping. 

Everyone says things like...we knew she would be a star. She just had that something special. 

And i leave and tip them a kazillion dollars and call them sweetie. 

Yes...these are all the things I do when I open the bar. 

Then I start my shift and watch the food network and get back to reality.