The Dizzying Day Off

I don't know if I can begin to describe just how crazy Sept. 30th was for me. But I WILL warn you that most of this blog entry is not for the faint of heart or weak stomachs.

It started with me waking up to take Alex to class. I was still feeling ill, so I went straight to bed when I got home, setting my alarm for around noon.

At roughly 11:30, my body decides it isn't comfortable resting and I wake up. And my dog's puked all over my sheets not far from me. Twice.

It gets worse. As I'm cleaning that up, she...er...has the runs on the floor. While taking care of everything, I start gagging. All that rest I had was for naught; my illness immediately took advantage, and I was dazed and exhausted again with a slight fever.

On my phone was a message: Alex already got out at around 10:45am. So not only did I sleep through my dog barfing, but I also dozed through her text.

I hurriedly get to her after explaining the situation via text. When we get home, Cocoa gets worse: On top of the diarrhea, she suddenly starts dripping blood from her rear. We took her to the vet to find that there were no blockages of any sort and no masses, therefore probably nothing she ate. But it may have been a bacterial infection.

After taking the dog home, Alex and I decide that we need to get out for a little while. When it starts raining. Which immediately makes me feel a little at ease. We run over to Olive Garden to grab a bite, a 10-minute wait time avoided by sitting at the bar area for dinner.

We get the soup course of our meals and start. Just a few bites in, and the Powers-that-Be decided to have one last cosmic gag.

The guy at the table next to us sneezes. With a mouthful of wine.

And the spray is wide. Very, very wide. There's wine all over my left arm and leg, and all over Alex's arm and shoulder. The couple is extremely apologetic, nervously laughing a tad and explaining that the black pepper in the food crept up on him just as he was sipping the wine. I try to assure them that there was no harm done, and that things happen. Alex lets them know that she's been through far worse, then goes to touch up a bit.

We continue our meal. As we're eating and talking about the day's events thus far, the waitress comes to us. With a shocking revelation.

The couple paid our entire bill. The WHOLE THING. And left the waitress a hefty tip, too.

All we could do was stare at each other with a "duh" look for several seconds before thanking them.

We left, still stunned at the turn of events and decide, collectively with Alex's sister Amber, that we need to hit up a record store. I'd never been to Zia before, and I must say that I'm impressed with their selection of stuff. Not just music and anime, but they had a few of the ice trays I wanted, too (like the Jolly Roger ice tray).

Alex and I come back to my place, curling up (without a blanket, since it was now in the dryer) to watch "Paprika". I start dozing off a half-hour into it (don't worry, I've seen it before), a combination of exhaustion from the day's events and my flu bug creeping up on me.

So now, I'm sitting here with Alex asleep, my dog passed out near my pillow (she's looking and feeling much better) and my throat sore, but otherwise feeling decent overall. And I'm hungry. But this just shows how serendipity goes; had none of that happened in the manner it did, we would've never found ourselves with a free meal and a Hell of a story.

Anyhow, no results yet on the writing contest, so I'll end this lengthy blog entry here and let everyone know what's going on with the contest results when I find out.

Paradigm Shift! Sorta...

I know it's been a bit since my last post, but things have been a bit uneventful. The only thing that's happened lately is a bit of a shift in focus for me.

See, my family went out of town for a week and some. So I've been looking at my writing while I've had the silence and focus to do so, getting myself back into editing duties pro-bono and entering a flash fiction competition last week. Three winners will be selected out of a pool of 19 writers, all of whom showed their faces to compose a 500-word piece of fiction on a theme presented on the spot, with a 90-minute time limit. I turned mine in with 5 minutes to spare, and I'll know if I'm one of the three selected in about a month's time. I'll make sure to keep my readers posted.

If I do win, I get a cash prize, my story gets posted in CityLife and I'll have to read my fiction piece in front of an audience at the Vegas Valley Book Festival in November. So wish me luck, and I hope this leads into other, possibly bigger, things for the Ram!

As far as the Remixology competition, I wasn't selected. But I figure I could use the winnings from the writing contest to help me out in the next one. I haven't given up, just on a mixology competition hiatus.

Anyhow, that's all I have for now. Again, I can use all the luck y'all can muster for me!

ReMixology

My entry for the Appleton Reserve ReMixology Challenge is away. My cocktail was themed after Metric's "Gimme Sympathy", per the contest's rules (choose a song and create a cocktail based on it). It didn't take me long to put together a themed recipe, and the results were rather delicious! So here's hoping I make it into the regional quarterfinals. Finalists will be announced sometime after tomorrow, so I'll let everyone know how it goes.

That's one contest down, two more (that I know of) to go!

Drip...Drip...Drip...

That's not my faucet.  That's my bank account getting dripped dry.

No hours at one job.  Several attempts made to contact them, and no word back on the new position.

Only one day per week at the other job.  Barely enough to cover gas and maybe one bill.  I have to fight to regain the hours I lost when I had to sacrifice days on my availability to work at the lounge.

My account's nearly at zero.  My car's nearly empty.  And the seconds that tick by get more and more painful.

Good Friday. Somewhat.

Good news: Things may be changing for the better in terms of Sam's career opportunities.  As to not jinx things, I won't say what, exactly, is happening or when, but it will definitely be excellent should it come to pass.

Better news: I finally got my paycheck from the previous term, as well as my current check.  However, this still makes me wonder what happened to the original amount that was to be direct deposited into my old account.  Chase has shown nothing transferred into the closed account and my boss has heard nothing from his bank on the matter.  Ergo, the original funds are stuck in a sort of financial Purgatory.

Bad news: I didn't get to be a finalist in the mixology competition I'd entered.  Bummer.  More surprising than that, the theme of my drink for the contest wasn't as rare or original as I'd expected (three of the finalists used my same theme as theirs, but with differing recipes).  Oh well.  I'd only heard about the contest three days prior to the deadline, so I prepped what I could in a very short window.  Live and learn.  I'll take what I learned from this one (my first official competition, mind you) and carry it on to the rest of the competitions.  Next up: A cocktail contest hosted by St-Germain.  I vow to have better results in this one.

Speaking of "live and learn", I'm still here.  Either I was skipped in the Holy Draft or Mr. Camping has a lot to answer for.  Guess I'll know by tomorrow evening (or today, rather, since I'm writing this at 2am).  After all, 200 million people to be taken in this supposed "Rapture" means you should be missing at least one friend, family member or neighbor in the course of events.  And California should have been blown up by way of the San Andreas Fault, according to his predictions.

I suppose I should be grateful.  Last thing I want is news carried to me from my boss at 5:59pm (GMT, PST or what-have-you) of a terrific nature and be taken away in the middle of celebration.  That would imperially suck.

Right, then.  Off to bed for me.  Those of you not in the 3% of the world's chosen populace...we'll talk again after Sunday.