Happy (?) Hostess

So I had my first shift hostessing last night. It was kind of an emergency hostessing, because the other girl was sick and my manager called me three hours before my shift. Of course, I didn't have any shoes so I had to run (well, speed walk like hell) downtown and buy some that bruise my toes but look nice and don't fall off. Anyway, the night was a little stressful because of the reservation system on the computer, but taking peoples's coats isn't exactly difficult. I found it most interesting how people treated me differently because I was dressed up instead of in boring foodrunner garb. One man, as I was taking his coat, took off his bowler hat and put it on my head. (Oh ha ha, funny. Or not.) When it was crowded, another guy slipped his arm around my waist to ask me in my ear where the bathroom was, and later a guy did the same thing, smelling my hair, before asking me to get his coat. None of it was overtly sexual or anything terribly insulting, but, um, what are you doing? I'm more annoyed thinking about it now than when it happened, because they let me go right away and then I went on the next guest. And I don't particularly like being called sweetie by strangers.
But that was only three people out of over a hundred that I met that night, and other than that I liked chatting to people and sincerely wishing them a great evening, especially because so many people who come in are here for a special occasion. It makes me happier to constantly be in a good mood for the guests. One of the guys that works there caught me laughing to myself over something and told me that I was a very happy person. But, I'm sure one of these days I'll go to the restaurant ready to strangle someone and then, smiling might not cut it.

Hallowe'en

Erica is valiantly defending herself, Jess is ready to beat someone to a pulp, and Danica has fangs. Man I really love posting pictures. They make my blog look so much more colorful and intriguing.

My Nephew No. 1

Here's a picture I took of my oldest nephew at his third birthday party. He's such a funny kid and I love him to shreds.

The Tyler Stitch

Right now I am avoiding writing my due share of my Nanonovel, but I should update this thing once in a while, I suppose. I think I am obsessed with lists. I updated the "Movies" list on here and I started to get an almost maniacal urge to keep bolding, and bolding, and bolding more, and do more things so I could cross more things off, and go keep reading my book, so I can cross that one of my list of books to read, and I am containing myself. Listening to The Park by Feist to calm my nerves. Bought a black sweater to unravel and make into a scarf for a friend. Yesterday a couple of friends came over and we had a mini-crochet party in my basement. Then my friend who showed me to crochet once last year took a closer a look at my crocheting. I was almost done my third crocheted scarf ever, just putting a border on. She couldn't understand my I had such a hard time counting my stitches, and I couldn't understand how she could crochet just by dipping her needle around, without pulling some of the loops over with your fingers. Turns out I've been crocheting wrong this whole time! I made up this hybrid of knitting and crocheting that makes a very tight crochet weave. Basically I pull the needle around an extra loop than I needed to which made the weave thicker and imposible to do without using your fingers. No wonder. While yes, it will be a bit easier now that I know how to actually, crochet, I'm rather proud that I made up a new stitch. I hereby call it the Tyler, after my godmother, whose scarf I was making at the time.

P.S. It's my 19 and 3/4 birthday today.