I feel it's important to mention that while I may have moved to Saratoga Springs in 2005, I have never once set foot inside the track and have absolutely no idea what goes on in there. You may or may not know that this humble town in which I live is a tourist destination, that for six weeks a year, assholes flock here like moths to a flame for the horse racing. All I know is that for those six weeks, driving is like a obstacle course, parking is non-existant, and I'm going to have to work my ass off to sling espresso and bagel sandwiches for these grumpy, fussy old people while I count down the days until my semester starts again (today: 10). AND if I want to go to a bar, I'm surrounded by the same old people having a good time, which means making out, and who wants to watch old people make out? Not this girl!
Yesterday was the dreaded Travers Day, which I have gathered is actually one race worth like a million dollars or something. It's the biggest day of the season, making this potentially the WORST WEEKEND EVER. Suprisingly, I survived, and that wasn't the only surprise of the weekend!
SURPRISE #1: I'm not dead.
Okay, I know I'm only 25, which is pretty young, but it's become clear to me that I'm too old for this job. Getting up at 5 and moving non-stop all day weren't things that bothered me when I was 21, but I'm so damn tired at the end of the day it's ridiculous. I've been getting in bed at 8:30 every night because I just can't help it! So I was not sure if my creaky old body would hold up for this super intense weekend, but now it's over, and it did!!
SURPRISE #2: Travers Day was pretty bad, but not as bad as it could be
Yesterday I worked on the bagel bar, the joys of which I gave you a glimpse of last year. I was surprised to find out that fewer people than I expected were dick jobs! There was only one blatant dj, who said sarcastically after I called his number, "Thirty minutes for a bagel. GREAT." Um. Or you could have seen how hard I was working for that entire 30 minutes, plus hours before and after that and just said "THANK YOU." I expected his type all day long, but it really wasn't that bad!
SURPRISE #3: Sunday after Travers Day wasn't bad AT ALL!
Oh, boy. Sunday. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. Sundays are THE WORST. Today I was working the line (taking orders and making drinks) and expected everyone to be suuuper crabby, but you'll never believe what happened: not a single person was mean to me! So it was more like the end of this commercial (pay attention to :31). I became convinced I was the barista equivalent of a snake charmer. Also, we were down a couple of people, which was bad news, AND my BFFL Simone moved away last week so there was nobody to give me hugs, but everyone was in good spirits, which makes all the difference.
Oh, and some horse won a bunch of money.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
wedding wrap-up
It has been a long time since I've been compelled to blog, mostly because I'm constantly exhausted from work. I guess I'm too old for the coffee shop full time. School starts in 3 weeks, thank god. Pending last-minute employment for Dan somewhere far away from here (he has applied all over the US for a teaching job), I'm going to have the most awesome schedule ever next semester. Unfortunately, this half of the summer is creeping by at a snail's pace, probably due to the sudden lack of huge event rushing towards me on the horizon.
The wedding was amazing. Absolutely perfect. I mean, things went wrong, but that's to be expected. I couldn't have been happier. I have never worked so hard on something in my entire life, but it was worth it. That being said, I would never do it again, and had I known the amount of work, stress, and money involved despite my best efforts to be laid back and a "budget bride" (that's a technical wedding term. I know ALL THE WORDS), I might have eloped. I'm glad I didn't, though, because it was indescribably amazing to have so many people we love in one freekin' room. The awesomeness of that hadn't even occurred to me until I was in the middle of it.
All of the hard work paid off once everything was set up, because everything came together amazingly (with the help of our awesome wedding party, who worked their butts off the morning of the wedding). We received many compliments, which felt particularly good because most of the stuff at the wedding was diy. I basically turned into Martha Stewart, making the programs, table numbers, place cards, and designing the centerpieces, while my sister and I put together all the flowers, my mom made my veil, and I baked the cake and put it together with the help of my mom and sister. Many people suggested that I be a wedding planner, which could potentially be fun, but having been one, I don't think I want to deal with brides.
I can't believe it's over. We were engaged for almost two years, so it's really weird to not have to think about it anymore. We are still working on thank you cards, so we're not completely done with the process yet, and unfortunately I'm too tired from work to really enjoy the brief freedom that not being in school and/or having a wedding coming up has provided me. Never a dull moment!
The wedding was amazing. Absolutely perfect. I mean, things went wrong, but that's to be expected. I couldn't have been happier. I have never worked so hard on something in my entire life, but it was worth it. That being said, I would never do it again, and had I known the amount of work, stress, and money involved despite my best efforts to be laid back and a "budget bride" (that's a technical wedding term. I know ALL THE WORDS), I might have eloped. I'm glad I didn't, though, because it was indescribably amazing to have so many people we love in one freekin' room. The awesomeness of that hadn't even occurred to me until I was in the middle of it.
All of the hard work paid off once everything was set up, because everything came together amazingly (with the help of our awesome wedding party, who worked their butts off the morning of the wedding). We received many compliments, which felt particularly good because most of the stuff at the wedding was diy. I basically turned into Martha Stewart, making the programs, table numbers, place cards, and designing the centerpieces, while my sister and I put together all the flowers, my mom made my veil, and I baked the cake and put it together with the help of my mom and sister. Many people suggested that I be a wedding planner, which could potentially be fun, but having been one, I don't think I want to deal with brides.
I can't believe it's over. We were engaged for almost two years, so it's really weird to not have to think about it anymore. We are still working on thank you cards, so we're not completely done with the process yet, and unfortunately I'm too tired from work to really enjoy the brief freedom that not being in school and/or having a wedding coming up has provided me. Never a dull moment!
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