Park and Recreation

This is only titled Parks and Recreation, because that's what I'm watching right now. Which if you haven't been reading my blog regularly, which you should be, you'd find that I often will start with telling you what I'm watching and then drift off into random mindless nonsense. You love it though. That's why you're here.

So Parks and Rec is amazing. I've seen every episode about 45 times and memorized every line and miraculously still manage to have a healthy relationship, and a job. I'm watching season 3 episode 1 (maybe) where Leslie makes Anne Perkins go on a date with Chris (Adam Lowe) and then Chris cries, so they start to plan the Harvest Festival. Very good build up to the Festival. Very festive. Very harvest. I love every character in this show. From April and Ron who are the best by any standard, to Jean-Ralphio and Joan Callamezzo.

So this weekend is Memorial Day, which is no different to me than just having a Monday off for no reason. So far this weekend I've worked at my restaurant and was there till midnight and then went out with some coworkers and got drunk and ended up talking about my cats like they're people. The usual Friday night. Saturday night, I went to a party with my boyfriend and then had to leave early so that I could work at some sort of bar where people go to really 'be themselves'. I had to wear a singlet, because it was wrestling night. It was less than flattering. It wouldn't be so bad if I looked like this guy did in it. Regardless, it would be nice if it payed off and the dudes piled into the bar and threw money at us, but that wasn't the case. The only pile was three guys who had some serious thing for rubbing each others' backs and arms. That seemed to work out for them in the end. Maybe.

So back to Parks and Recreation, they are starting to put on the Harvest Festival and Leslie and Ben are starting to realize they love each other or whatever. They put all sort of weird hard work into the Harvest Festival, but it pays off for them, big time! But Tommy and I put in weird hard work at the bar and we didn't get much in return. Well not hard work but definitely weird. I felt like I was working in a leotard and I was a beautiful spandex butterfly in My Fair Lady. See how everything comes together? See how being humiliated in a spandex sex/wrestling outfit can so easily come together with a fictional festival that saves the city of Pawnee's Parks department? EASY.

So I have off tomorrow, because a.) It's Memorial Day, and b.) I don't work at a 9-5 job and often have Mondays off. Tomorrow, I plan to spend the day with my boyfriend getting a sunburn and getting lost somewhere on the coast of CT wondering why my phone is dead and how the fuck am I supposed to find my way home.

Help.

Love

Database.