It’s the end of the season up here. We’ve lost half the staff already. Over the next week or so, we’ll lose just over half of those who remain.
We’re pretty much gonna be down to…well…not enough people after that. I think I’m gonna have to start cooking for everyone…
We opened the season with some, umm, interesting evenings, so it’s only fair that we close it with one. With the best party of the year.
Now, keep in mind, in the dorms alcohol is technically allowed only inside the individual rooms themselves. Not in the halls, not in the lobby, not even on the pseudo-patio outside. And, no, please don’t get me started on the futile insanity of that particular regulation. Suffice it to say, that little rule is not the most well-obeyed one in the universe.
But, for our party, we decided to obey it. Hell, we decided to build the evening around it!
Six rooms, each featuring two or three different cocktails…and a whole lot of people who have lived and worked in close proximity for five months now. And, no, I didn’t serve beer…well, not just beer. Nope, I channeled my old bartending days and made limoncello bellinis. It was a good decision.
Now, as to the party – there are pictures. Worryingly, there are pictures. There might even have been a “dick-wand”.
It’s back to work today, with a surprisingly mild hangover. Worse, it’s back to the real world in less than three weeks.
I’m not sure I’m ready for it.
I’ve written less than half what I wanted (let alone needed) to write up here…I’m just plain freakin’ done with tourists…I want real, honest-to-God internet in the worst way…I miss my friends and family…and…and…and I don’t really want to leave.
Hey, I’ve told you before, consistency is not one of my (many) failings!
Real life? Real cities? People? Traffic? Bills and the stress of everyday living?
Gah…I need to go on another hike.