I. Am. Not. A. Drunk.

Funny story…except not depending on your mood.

A few days ago, I saw an ad for a bartender school. Another one of my hidden interests happens to be mixing drinks. I’ve never done it before, but I wouldn’t mind learning about it. At the risk of becoming a drunk who lives off of Long Island Iced Teas and Adios Motherfuckers, that is. But anyway, I sent out some info, and they got back to me yesterday. They asked to come in today, but I couldn’t because I had appointments. I told my mom about it, and she shot the idea down, for the sake of my sanity. But I’m going to at least check it out. I mean, other than my freakish anxiety issues and depression, I’m approachable enough to become a professional bartender.

They call me again today, and I told them that I had a change of heart (mostly because of the aformentioned reasons). She said something about career and interest and some shit like that. I was asleep so I don’t remember much. But yeah, she said something like that, and I said that my interest was always in theatre. Of course, a lot of actors take on jobs as bartenders. She said to at least check it out. So that’s what I’m going to do.

I wish that the economy didn’t suck so bad so that I don’t come dangerously close to selling my soul. No, I’m not talking about bartending either. And I’m not talking about being a hooker either (sick people!). If you’ve read my Livejournal, then you have some idea.

Damn, this has me craving Long Island Iced Teas now.