I would have slept in later, but Tallulah had gas. You know how they sell those alarm clocks that just flash brighter and brighter light at you? They could totally make a Tallulah-ate-part-of-my-barbecue-last-night alarm.
So I never did get any work yesterday, which naturally makes me think I will NEVER get any work and we will die impoverished and have to eat the cats. Someone I am Facebook friends with asked me to proof some of her stuff and then balked when I actually wanted to charge her for it. "Oh, no, that's okay. I can just do it."
I mean really, what are people thinking? Oh, she's jobless now! She has time to take her 12 years of experience and work for me for free!
At any rate, I did take my 12 years of experience and head on out to the Old Time Pottery yesterday, which if you live in the Greensboro area you MUST go, and I got me some apothecary jars for my eggsaladgere shelf in the bathroom. And no. I am not taking pictures of it. Because you know what? This may come as a shock, but once 67 people start commenting on all your stuff? It gets kind of irritating.
I got FOUR jars for $20. Heart me. I put soap in one, QTips in the other, and I forget what's in the other two but it's cute cute cute. Faithful Reader KW in Atlanta was the one who suggested it. What would we all do without Faithful Reader KW in Atlanta?
Then finally, I ended my day in an Elvis way. Every night when I'd drive home from work, I'd pass this little bar-and-grill-looking place:
Places like this are right up my alley. You can tell it's old and been there forever and probably has characters in it. I always wanted to stop in one day after work but was kind of nervous about being a woman alone at what could be just a bar. I didn't want to end up like Jodi Foster on the pinball machine.
Fortunately, one of my coworkers was curious about the place too, and she told me Elvis had eaten there once, in 1954! Well, then I was obsessed. I HAD to go there. The coworker and I planned three different times to meet up there after work and every time our plans got screwy. So finally last night, even though we no longer work together, we met there.
You know how I have that friend, the other June, and she hates to be photographed? So does THIS friend, and I know you think I go out and do this stuff by myself and I just pay waitresses to take my picture.
But get this. Our waitress last night? WAS THE WAITRESS WHO SERVED ELVIS IN 1954! Seriously! She has worked there for FIFTY-NINE years! And I know I am capping all the time but COME ON! She works there seven days a week, 12 hours a day. I am not making this up.
And everyone I've told so far says, "He didn't order a drink?" but you know, Elvis wasn't a big drinker. He was just a pill person.
Anyway, I'm glad we had this talk. If you're ever in the Greensboro area, after you go to Old Time Pottery, get over to the Brightwood Inn because it is way cool. I mean, knotty pine! Elvis! Milk! What more do you need?
Maybe I should start blogging for the Greensboro Chamber of Commerce.