Ridin' the wave

Whew... two double shifts on the boat show weekend. I came close to making my rent in two days, and my body is sooo sore. I'm tired, I've had a couple beers, about to go to bed, and I just read about the violence in libya. I moved back in with my friend this morning, sort of, I met her and picked up the keys. It is late, I'm not ready to sleep, and I don't want to disturb her. So... libya.

I had the thought that this could turn into a third world war. Then I realized that already happened in iraq. I thought about the whole middle east in turmoil, and about the fact that we can still get some of our oil fix from south america and russia, and I wonder if they can supply enough. I wonder if the violence will ever spread to saudi arabia, that would be a milestone, and I wonder if president obama will be able to keep a cool enough head to let them work it out and keep us out of a fourth world war.

I left work at about 12. I went to our sister restuarant for a couple beers. Some guy who did some time in afghanistan was there with his civillian steroid buddy, drunk, and got beligerent in the bartenders face, then slapped the manager, then was ugly with the owner. The owner is an italian guy who I've liked from the start. He dealt with the guy very gracefully. I liked it when at one moment when the drunk guy didn't hear what the owner said. The owner said, "I'm sorry, I know I have a strong accent, too". The drunk guy was saying he was being discriminated against because he's puerto rican.

They took off, I left. Went to news cafe, open 24 hours, for a final beer. Happened to get into a conversation with some drunk, rich guy, here for the boat show to buy a 45 foot catamaran. He apparently owns a casino and restuarant in tobago, and wants to fly me down to have a "looksee" because he needs someone to get the restuarant shaped up. Said I'd probably fire all the staff, after I started asking him the pertanent questions.

I had to walk him back to his hotel. Mio dio, was he drunk as a skunk. I left a wake-up call for him. We're supposed to have dinner tomorrow night at one of the best restuarants on south beach. I'm not gonna hold my breath, but who knows? We'll see...

So I dumped him in his bed, and came back to the news for one more beer. It is almost three. I'm not thinking much about the middle east anymore, but I think we all need to pay attention. Tomorrow I will read about what I can't really do anything about, but atleast I will know what the media wants me to know. I work at twelve. I need to go to bed. I'm a little worried about going to my new home. I need to be quiet.

Sometimes I just wait, sometimes I just try to keep up.