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so i am going to officiate a wedding...
online, as a joke i became a minister of the unaversalist life church of modesto california. i never thought it would actually be useful. i signed up and got a certificate in the mail which i displayed on my dorm room wall for the duration of my college life. now its sitting in a stack of other things i had on my walls at school, in a box in my closet.
but yes, because i am free, i was asked by a friend of mine to officiate the wedding. so for a solid 30 minutes on the 12th i am going to do the whole thing. and its kind of a pain in the ass. she's got all these requests, and i typed up the whole service for her with the help of a couple of online sources and now she's got it and she's sent me like 5 revisions so far. i should have known from work that any dealings with brides would be a head ache...but yeah its my friend and i couldnt really say no...
but you're actually reading the blog of Reverend Daniel G Mauro.
where's all them alter boys i've been hearing so much about?
i wonder if i can get some tax breaks as an ordained minister.
anybody else want to get married? i come cheap.
online, as a joke i became a minister of the unaversalist life church of modesto california. i never thought it would actually be useful. i signed up and got a certificate in the mail which i displayed on my dorm room wall for the duration of my college life. now its sitting in a stack of other things i had on my walls at school, in a box in my closet.
but yes, because i am free, i was asked by a friend of mine to officiate the wedding. so for a solid 30 minutes on the 12th i am going to do the whole thing. and its kind of a pain in the ass. she's got all these requests, and i typed up the whole service for her with the help of a couple of online sources and now she's got it and she's sent me like 5 revisions so far. i should have known from work that any dealings with brides would be a head ache...but yeah its my friend and i couldnt really say no...
but you're actually reading the blog of Reverend Daniel G Mauro.
where's all them alter boys i've been hearing so much about?
i wonder if i can get some tax breaks as an ordained minister.
anybody else want to get married? i come cheap.
does anybody anywhere know of any management type job openings? i'm really dying at this job. the long hours. the low pay. the boss who doesnt do anything. its time for me to get out.
so i have an orange savings account. i love it. its easy to use, there are no fees, and i'm getting a better rate of return than if i left my money in my bank of america account.
so i was looking at my account today and there was a little note on it. it said "happy savings anniversary". apparently i started saving a year ago today! i realized that in a year's time, i've saved about 10% of my take home every year. i'm very proud of myself. its not very much now, but say in 5 years i want to put a down payment on a house. or say even more short term i need an extra grand to pay my first and last for an appartment. or i lose my job and i have a few month's pay to live off of till i get a new job.
a cusion is always nice to have. it makes me feel good. the concept of me having extra money set aside makes me feel successful.
yay me!
so i was looking at my account today and there was a little note on it. it said "happy savings anniversary". apparently i started saving a year ago today! i realized that in a year's time, i've saved about 10% of my take home every year. i'm very proud of myself. its not very much now, but say in 5 years i want to put a down payment on a house. or say even more short term i need an extra grand to pay my first and last for an appartment. or i lose my job and i have a few month's pay to live off of till i get a new job.
a cusion is always nice to have. it makes me feel good. the concept of me having extra money set aside makes me feel successful.
yay me!
i finally watched the first episode of house for the new season online. it was AWESOME!!!
i work when house is on, so i have to wait the 8 days to see it online. which hurts a little bit. but now that i saw the first one its just me waiting another week like everyone else for the next episode...i'm just a week behind everyone.
but i feel so bad for house, cause wilson said they arent friends and never were. if house was a real person, i'd be friends with him. cause he's basically the awesomest doctor ever. and if wilson is gonna be a little bitch, than i say he deserves to get hit by a garbage truck too.
i work when house is on, so i have to wait the 8 days to see it online. which hurts a little bit. but now that i saw the first one its just me waiting another week like everyone else for the next episode...i'm just a week behind everyone.
but i feel so bad for house, cause wilson said they arent friends and never were. if house was a real person, i'd be friends with him. cause he's basically the awesomest doctor ever. and if wilson is gonna be a little bitch, than i say he deserves to get hit by a garbage truck too.
apparently, i'm hilarious. i had a customer in tears at the bar this evening. i like making people laugh.
people like to tell stories. doesnt matter if the listener has heard the story before, the teller wants to tell it again. because we all like attention, and when you're telling a story people sit there quietly and focus on you. i love telling stories. i like to sit there with friends, and tell them about something that happened. or sometimes, i like to sit there and tell them what i think is going to happen. it doesnt always turn out that way, but its nice to have fantasies. some of my favorite topics are my jeep, sexual exploits, and shit thats happened to me or other people that i know.
we (the hotel) arent exactly in the best part of worcester, so with the customers who are cool and frequent us often, i sometimes tell them stories about people trashing rooms or getting arrested. the drug and hooker traffic in the hotel is also an interesting topic. i can speak iwth authority because i sit there and watch it happen every night. the guy grinding his teeth who comes down to the bar every hour or so for some soda water with a handful of limes squeezed into it. or the frail girl who has track marks just starting to appear on her arm. not in the usual spot tho (or usual from what i see in movies) they are kind of mid forearm. she's got no meat on her and her veins kind of stick out...i suppose she can shoot up anywhere. but she'll come in every once in a while with a new guy and get a room. we see her leave shortly after. its a shame, she'd be so pretty if she didn't ruin herself. she's only ever come to the bar for a glass of water. i feel bad for her sometimes.
but then there is a guy we named sun glasses. mr. glasses likes to walk around with his sun glasses on at night (like the song) and he has his shirt unbuttoned half way down. gold chains everywhere. gold rings. he is the definition of an ass. tries to tell everyone he's in the mob. the funny thing is we get the mob sometimes...and mr sunglasses is definitely not in the mob (not to mention that my bartender worked for a family once upon a time and so she is pretty good at spottign the posers). the mob guys are actually cool. they overheard sun glasses talk about how he was in the mob once (nice coincidence them being there at the same time, the mob guys usually only come 3 or 4 times a year). one of them leans over to me with a grin on his face and says "see that guy over there? he doesnt know what he's talking about." then he started laughing like it was the funniest joke ever. i strated laughing too cause i thought sun glasses was gonna get whacked. unfortunately he's still alive...but when the mob guys come to town, i am always right there with my bartender (she comes to get me when she sees them check in). you see, they tip $100 for every few beers you serve them. the bills come out of a red leather satchel that the guy in charge carries around. its filled with bank banded stacks of 100's. i've guestimated that he carries around easily more than twice what i make in a year, before taxes. but we take turns serving them. we can both usually walk out of there 200-300 bucks richer for one night. for serving less than a case of beer between us. gotta love the mob. gotta love $50 tips for getting a bottle of water.
anyways,
i had the distinct pleasure of kicking sun glasses out of the hotel. he went over to the hilton and eventually got kicked out of there too.
i just enjoyed that. thats actually like a billion stories all rolled into one longish rant about me liking telling stories and then just kind of like the main points of some of my stories. fantastic. the moral of my story is the hotel is interesting to say the least. the industry is horrific. probably the worst industry to work in. but you do end up with some good stories.
people like to tell stories. doesnt matter if the listener has heard the story before, the teller wants to tell it again. because we all like attention, and when you're telling a story people sit there quietly and focus on you. i love telling stories. i like to sit there with friends, and tell them about something that happened. or sometimes, i like to sit there and tell them what i think is going to happen. it doesnt always turn out that way, but its nice to have fantasies. some of my favorite topics are my jeep, sexual exploits, and shit thats happened to me or other people that i know.
we (the hotel) arent exactly in the best part of worcester, so with the customers who are cool and frequent us often, i sometimes tell them stories about people trashing rooms or getting arrested. the drug and hooker traffic in the hotel is also an interesting topic. i can speak iwth authority because i sit there and watch it happen every night. the guy grinding his teeth who comes down to the bar every hour or so for some soda water with a handful of limes squeezed into it. or the frail girl who has track marks just starting to appear on her arm. not in the usual spot tho (or usual from what i see in movies) they are kind of mid forearm. she's got no meat on her and her veins kind of stick out...i suppose she can shoot up anywhere. but she'll come in every once in a while with a new guy and get a room. we see her leave shortly after. its a shame, she'd be so pretty if she didn't ruin herself. she's only ever come to the bar for a glass of water. i feel bad for her sometimes.
but then there is a guy we named sun glasses. mr. glasses likes to walk around with his sun glasses on at night (like the song) and he has his shirt unbuttoned half way down. gold chains everywhere. gold rings. he is the definition of an ass. tries to tell everyone he's in the mob. the funny thing is we get the mob sometimes...and mr sunglasses is definitely not in the mob (not to mention that my bartender worked for a family once upon a time and so she is pretty good at spottign the posers). the mob guys are actually cool. they overheard sun glasses talk about how he was in the mob once (nice coincidence them being there at the same time, the mob guys usually only come 3 or 4 times a year). one of them leans over to me with a grin on his face and says "see that guy over there? he doesnt know what he's talking about." then he started laughing like it was the funniest joke ever. i strated laughing too cause i thought sun glasses was gonna get whacked. unfortunately he's still alive...but when the mob guys come to town, i am always right there with my bartender (she comes to get me when she sees them check in). you see, they tip $100 for every few beers you serve them. the bills come out of a red leather satchel that the guy in charge carries around. its filled with bank banded stacks of 100's. i've guestimated that he carries around easily more than twice what i make in a year, before taxes. but we take turns serving them. we can both usually walk out of there 200-300 bucks richer for one night. for serving less than a case of beer between us. gotta love the mob. gotta love $50 tips for getting a bottle of water.
anyways,
i had the distinct pleasure of kicking sun glasses out of the hotel. he went over to the hilton and eventually got kicked out of there too.
i just enjoyed that. thats actually like a billion stories all rolled into one longish rant about me liking telling stories and then just kind of like the main points of some of my stories. fantastic. the moral of my story is the hotel is interesting to say the least. the industry is horrific. probably the worst industry to work in. but you do end up with some good stories.
wooo!
so i got laid again last night...it had been so long i was worried that i'd be done as soon as i got her shirt off. but i performed admirably. i know, because she called me the next day to let me know. which i found a little odd. but maybe i was just that awesome in bed? right?
i'd like to think that. stroking one's own ego is always pleasurable. and after all, she did call me the next day just to let me know that "last night was fantastic". and its not every day that i get girls calling to tell me that. which is unfortunate.
and so now like every muscle in my body hurts...talk about a good work out. i should have sex more often.
so i got laid again last night...it had been so long i was worried that i'd be done as soon as i got her shirt off. but i performed admirably. i know, because she called me the next day to let me know. which i found a little odd. but maybe i was just that awesome in bed? right?
i'd like to think that. stroking one's own ego is always pleasurable. and after all, she did call me the next day just to let me know that "last night was fantastic". and its not every day that i get girls calling to tell me that. which is unfortunate.
and so now like every muscle in my body hurts...talk about a good work out. i should have sex more often.
so last night i watched a movie.
it was called charlie bartlett. i thoroughly enjoyed it and i strongly suggest it.
sometimes i miss college. i dont miss the classes, and i dont miss the shitty little rooms we were all stuffed in (my dorm room which i had to share with someone was about 10X14). but i miss being able to, at 3 in the morning, walk down the hall and find someone else to hang around with. no matter what time of day there was always something to do.
i've always been a night owl, so i've always liked it when people were up with me being it such a rare occurence before college. but now its the same as before. i am up all night and the only real social interaction i get is done while i'm at work. which doesnt really meet my needs. i am people's boss, and as such they dont always like me very much. and when they do want to grab a beer after work with me its often hard for me to make the time because my job usually requires me to be working late.
but its not like i hate my job, i enjoy it. but it leaves me feeling kind of lonely sometimes. because i dont get to go out much. and when i do its usually on my own. because i wake up at 2 in the afternoon and dont feel like going out before midnight. so all i have now is a couple bars i frequent on days when i know my favorite bartenders are working. i have to pay for my social interaction.
its also putting a serious crimp in my ability to meet women. i've discovered that most females are up during normal hours. which means most of them dont want to "hang out" at like 2 or 3 AM. now my sex life hasnt been too bad. luckily strange hours dont effect my ability to attract the opposite sex. but i find that each time i start something up with a girl, be it sexual or romantic. they usually cant take my shedule.
the sad thing is people have a nick name for their spouses in my business. they are called the "food and beverage widows"...sometimes known as "banquet widows" and sometimes "restaurant widows". surprisingly i have yet to hear the term bar widow...but that is what a relationship with someone in the F&B world is like.
it was called charlie bartlett. i thoroughly enjoyed it and i strongly suggest it.
sometimes i miss college. i dont miss the classes, and i dont miss the shitty little rooms we were all stuffed in (my dorm room which i had to share with someone was about 10X14). but i miss being able to, at 3 in the morning, walk down the hall and find someone else to hang around with. no matter what time of day there was always something to do.
i've always been a night owl, so i've always liked it when people were up with me being it such a rare occurence before college. but now its the same as before. i am up all night and the only real social interaction i get is done while i'm at work. which doesnt really meet my needs. i am people's boss, and as such they dont always like me very much. and when they do want to grab a beer after work with me its often hard for me to make the time because my job usually requires me to be working late.
but its not like i hate my job, i enjoy it. but it leaves me feeling kind of lonely sometimes. because i dont get to go out much. and when i do its usually on my own. because i wake up at 2 in the afternoon and dont feel like going out before midnight. so all i have now is a couple bars i frequent on days when i know my favorite bartenders are working. i have to pay for my social interaction.
its also putting a serious crimp in my ability to meet women. i've discovered that most females are up during normal hours. which means most of them dont want to "hang out" at like 2 or 3 AM. now my sex life hasnt been too bad. luckily strange hours dont effect my ability to attract the opposite sex. but i find that each time i start something up with a girl, be it sexual or romantic. they usually cant take my shedule.
the sad thing is people have a nick name for their spouses in my business. they are called the "food and beverage widows"...sometimes known as "banquet widows" and sometimes "restaurant widows". surprisingly i have yet to hear the term bar widow...but that is what a relationship with someone in the F&B world is like.
ok, its about time for a post!
i got back from florida a week ago and i have basically 2 things of greatness to show you. the first being the promised picture of my jeep with the wheels painted black. here it is in all of its black glory (Warning: fuzzy camera phone picture)
the next thing is the video of me going down a water slide. i used my same camera phone (yes, it is waterproof. and yes, it is awesome).
also, today is the second, therefore it is also my birthday. so here's what i think i'll do.
i'm gonna sleep in late, then i'm gonna fire up the grill for lunch. then me and my friend chris are going to go off roading in the jeep. then its time for a shower. we're gonna go out for dinner, then we're gonna go to my favorite bar andmeet up with a few other friends for some merry making. sounds like an awesome day.
i got back from florida a week ago and i have basically 2 things of greatness to show you. the first being the promised picture of my jeep with the wheels painted black. here it is in all of its black glory (Warning: fuzzy camera phone picture)
the next thing is the video of me going down a water slide. i used my same camera phone (yes, it is waterproof. and yes, it is awesome).
also, today is the second, therefore it is also my birthday. so here's what i think i'll do.
i'm gonna sleep in late, then i'm gonna fire up the grill for lunch. then me and my friend chris are going to go off roading in the jeep. then its time for a shower. we're gonna go out for dinner, then we're gonna go to my favorite bar andmeet up with a few other friends for some merry making. sounds like an awesome day.
ok everyone, listen up!
i am here to inform you that i am taking a week long break from the internet. the reason for this is because i will be in florida and will not be taking my lap top with me.
now, i know you'll all miss me. i have become a vital part of your life. but do not despair, i shall return.
it is only a weeks time.
and i'll be back.
commenting on your blogs...
looking at your naked pictures...
commenting on those.
looking at your naked pictures again...
replying to all the pm's i get.
etc etc etc...
so be strong SG world, i will return. possibly with cell phone camera pics for you. but i'm not making any promises. my cell phone cam sucks, and my really nice digital camera is waaay too nice for what i plan on doing.
i am here to inform you that i am taking a week long break from the internet. the reason for this is because i will be in florida and will not be taking my lap top with me.
now, i know you'll all miss me. i have become a vital part of your life. but do not despair, i shall return.
it is only a weeks time.
and i'll be back.
commenting on your blogs...
looking at your naked pictures...
commenting on those.
looking at your naked pictures again...
replying to all the pm's i get.
etc etc etc...
so be strong SG world, i will return. possibly with cell phone camera pics for you. but i'm not making any promises. my cell phone cam sucks, and my really nice digital camera is waaay too nice for what i plan on doing.
so here's the promised pictures. i realized just now that i didnt get any shots of the jeep with its wheels painted black too. and also i should have brought more than my camera phone for the pictures. oh well. resizing sucks balls anyways. this was waay easier.
so without further ado, i give you the new look of the jeep!!!
this is an image of the jeep's interior completely stripped down. thats all dirt on the floor, not rust. also, thats john with the jeep. we used his air compressor and paint gun. it was all our first time. thats right. three guys got togeather and popped their cherries. their jeep painting cherry that is.
notice the white rims? we didnt get to those when i had taken the picture. i promise you they are black now. thats chris on the right. he's the other friend who helped. we used his driveway for the painting.
the interior back in after the painting. we kept the dash and part of the doors tan because it looked so good in contrast to the black.
a little more interior.
the hood and my reflection.
and thats the bear. he helped too. he barked at anything that came close to us. and faught with the neighbors dog. kept that bitch away from my wet paint.
well, thats what i got for you so far. i'm sure i'll be doing more to it soon enough. i'll take better pictures when i get around to doing a second coat. but for the time being, thats what you get.
and its amazing we got all that done with the ammount of beer we drank that afternoon.
so without further ado, i give you the new look of the jeep!!!
this is an image of the jeep's interior completely stripped down. thats all dirt on the floor, not rust. also, thats john with the jeep. we used his air compressor and paint gun. it was all our first time. thats right. three guys got togeather and popped their cherries. their jeep painting cherry that is.
notice the white rims? we didnt get to those when i had taken the picture. i promise you they are black now. thats chris on the right. he's the other friend who helped. we used his driveway for the painting.
the interior back in after the painting. we kept the dash and part of the doors tan because it looked so good in contrast to the black.
a little more interior.
the hood and my reflection.
and thats the bear. he helped too. he barked at anything that came close to us. and faught with the neighbors dog. kept that bitch away from my wet paint.
well, thats what i got for you so far. i'm sure i'll be doing more to it soon enough. i'll take better pictures when i get around to doing a second coat. but for the time being, thats what you get.
and its amazing we got all that done with the ammount of beer we drank that afternoon.
OCTOBER 2008
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