Sofa King Tired

i am a zombie. Somehow yesterday I got through the 14.5 hour shift of insanity with only one shot of espresso, a matcha latte, and an energy bar. I am so glad I opted to wear an adult diaper because I did not have time to go to the bathroom. The lineup was an endless mobius strip of faces - impatient, exultant, bored, sympathetic, intoxicated faces. Once it got started I literally did not look up from the espresso machine for at least six hours straight. It became an extension of my body, all fluid sinewed steam-powered mechanics; or maybe I became an extension of the machine itself, I don't know. I must have made 600 drinks at least, I'm not sure. And I would say like 97% of the lattes and cappuccinos had art on them. Point is, I am awesome, don't even bother arguing that with me, it is already well established. And I even had a beautiful fake-redheaded bitty named Meredactyl visit me. And she gives great hug. Oh man. And she also agreed when I pointed out my crush to her that she looks like an elegant velociraptor. Then, I guess at about 530, another bitty visited (the notorious Jesi with the raven hair) to see if I was still alive, and no doubt also to discover if the legend of the awesome barista was indeed true. But she didn't hug me; that's cool though, because she more than made up for it with her foggy glasses and cute getup - my dad would love you for the Habs toque alone, Jesi.

Boss Bitty stayed with me until the end. She worked 19.5 hours and was chipper through the entire ordeal. I don't know how she does it. Julie arrived at about 10pm fresh from teaching a hot yoga class and played a vital supporting role until 4am or so. Then she had to open today. Meanwhile Matan and Monty (m's) from Fair Apparel ran endless errands and bussed and chatted up the custies (oh no I said custies I'm a bad person). Their assistance was invaluable to the cause of things going smoothly. It was 730 am when myself, Matan and Boss Bitty locked up the cafe and went our separate ways. Once in my room I washed down 4 melatonin with a large swig of vodka and collapsed into bed, but I didn't fall asleep for a few hours I was too wound. All around a fun night, but I am glad it only will happen once a year because I am a zombie.

I really just want to say a big thanks to the drunk asshole who overturned our table and spilled the vase full of flowers and water all over the sofa and rug, and who then hastily made his exit. This post is for you. Asshole.

**Edit: Amazing video of La Mamma Morta from Dear Toronto: