am I annoying you? yes.

Man, what a day. I am pooped. And my feet KILL. But I will persevere and write you a post all about day whatever this is of the week and of the tournament.

We started at 8 a.m. after finishing up at 10:30 last night, so I started off the day being tired. We did some set up with table cloths, bar stool covers and then we had to clean out some banquet stuff that was left over.

I sure lucked out with that assignment because I got to work with my friend from work last summer, Meredith and GINA! (it's funny--some people call her "Gina" as in va-gina) Anyway, we loaded up the golf cart with heat lamps, serving dishes, other things that I can't remember their names, but everything was metal and clanky. We put all of these metal clanky things in a metal bed of a golf cart. Now, imagine this cart on a golf course. Yep, we were the noisy girls in the pink tank tops making noise all around the course as we drove back to the club house to drop off the clanky things. I couldn't help but laugh because everyone would look at us when we had to come to a complete stop because someone was teeing off.

That last story may not be as funny since you weren't there, but it was fun. Anyway, I learned something neat about Gina (pronounced like va-GINA)! I noticed the other day she was had some glitter on her chest, but I didn't know if she had been making a poster or at a birthday party, so I didn't think too much of it. But today I learned that Gina does, in fact, purposely wear glitter AND it's from a sex/fantasy gifts merchant online. Gina says it comes in four different colors (but she mixes them all together and they pretty much all look the same) and it smells AND tastes delicious. TMI Gina.

As Gina and Meredith and I were on the cart driving back to the tent, Gina commented on how everyone has been checking her out and telling her she has a nice ass. And wow, look, everyone is looking at us on the cart as we're driving around. Man, being hot is awesome. What's it like, Gina?

Oh, her hair was curly today.

Okay, so we're back in the tent now and we're officially open. People were slowly trickling in and this old guy came up to me and the woman whose section was next to me (and also empty) and said that we should start dancing on the tables so people would sit in our sections. Apparently whoring yourself out is the way to get some cash at this place. I said to this guy that I only dance for people who chose to sit in my section and that it's too early in the tournament to start dancing just yet. He said he'd come back to "see the show." I hope he forgets what I said because I was so kidding.

My favorite drinkers today were Floyd and George. We each have these persona funny looking little table tents that say "your server is ______" so when people sit down, they say, "oh, you must be Katie!" (clever, clever people) and I say, "I sure am" and blah blah blah what can I get you to drink and blah blah blah. Some people are fun enough to tell me their names and some are even more fun(ner) and shake my hands and become my new friends. Such is the case with Floyd and George.

They're retired military men (I thanked them for their service) and were just here to hang out and we shot the shit and had some nice convos and I even got to sit down at their table which was awesome. Well, as I was bringing the men their beers, George says to me, "man, you just really impress him." (meaning Floyd)

I say: I do? How so?

Floyd says: you just do...you're so great! You know, I have a son--who's single--about your age.

I say: Oh really, how old is he?

Floyd says: 37.

I say (and I imagine my face shows disgust and shock): How old do y'all think I am??

They guess 27 and 29.

Shit.

I say (as I smile my "oh shit, really?" smile and shake my head 'no'): No...I'm 22!

They say: Really? Well, good for you. You look great.

I say: Obviously not if you think I'm at least 7 years older than I really am!

I calmed down and we chatted and tomorrow Floyd is going to bring his son and daughter so I can meet them. Later on during the afternoon, these little hussies came in passing out cards for some cabaret club around here and they passed out cards to Floyd and George so I teased them and said they were cheating on me. I think they felt bad because they started tipping me more after that :)

This one woman came in with her boyfriend (they're my parents ages) and she told me ALL about the golf players' wives, and who looks the best, who's a frump-a-dump and anything else she thought. She was so fun to talk to! We chatted about hair products, how to style curly hair and all that good stuff. People at this tournament have really taken a liking to my hair.

One of the girls I work with is super annoying. Her name is Emily and she's always bouncing around, slapping everyone's ass and singing and dancing on us. It's not in a cute, fun, "oh, look how happy Emily is" kind of way, it's in a "good gracious that girl needs attention and should calm the hell down" kind of way.

Well, as we were waiting for the accounting people to fix a problem so we could get paid out and get the hell of the tournament, Emily kept jumping and singing and acting really immature. She was literally bouncing into me. I looked up at her and looked at her in a "how old are you?" kind of look and she said, "am I annoying you?" and I said, "yes." And then she said, "oh, sorry." Then she was quiet for about two minutes then got right back at it. Oh well. At least I was honest.

Bartender guy did draw me another picture but it's inappropriate so I don't want to display it on my blog. Hopefully today's picture is more P.G.

I fell asleep before I could finish the blog from Wednesday, so I will try to type faster tonight when I get home from work.

love to you!