Thanks for reading guys

Thanks for reading guys. If you find in the next couple lines that you would rather return to classier reading material, I wont have any idea you did.

This is my blog. It's about what I'm doing with my life after graduation. Right now I wait tables. I make coffee, pour wine, and mix drinks. Basically, I am a professional liquid artist and distributor. I'm only half joking. We have such high hopes and expectations for the things we put in our mouths- a lot like things we are willing to stop and really examine with our eyes.

Anyone who has ever worked in the service industry has a bit of an insider's perspective. <<more valuable than gold>>. We know nothing is as it seems. We respect it. The success of a restaurant, however short lived, is based on the ability of staff to exceed high and mostly unrealistic expectations. It is a moving target. That's life. Whether you realize it or not, you go to a restaurant or bar to be impressed... by something. Otherwise the decision to spend frankly a lot of money out of the comfort and warmth of your own home makes little since. The truth is, its an escape, because homes are not always warm and comfortable enough. Familiar things become mundane, so we escape into a good labor-free meal, a drink, companionship, and semi-personal relationships with waiters and waitresses.

Wine is the best example of this sort of illusion I have encountered. A friend of mine once said matter-of-factly, "Wine just tastes like dirt, all of it." IT DOES. That's what's so great about it. Here's something with --yes I'm going to say it-- NNNNOOOO health value. It is alchohol, it is poisonous, it makes people more likely to wreck cars, get in fights, conceive unplanned pregnancies and worst of all send embarrassing texts to exes. This whole one glass a day thing is BS. These experts are basically telling you that a "glass" of wine (give or take based on factors few people can dream to understand) is the amount to ingest at which point the benefit of relaxing out-ways the costs of damaging your body or unborn fetus. Just about every neuron in your body is literally screaming, "WTF?!" That's why it's freaking awesome.

Do you remember your first taste of wine? Not Arbor Mist or Yellow Tail Moscato.... I mean WINE. I guarantee it tasted like dirt, or worse. ......................My stepmothers merlot at Zio's.......................... It was blood red, thick, too warm to drink, no ice, no straw, and I was fourteen. All I could taste was cigarette butts. Cigarette butts and blood, Zios in Springfield Missouri... elegant indeed(favorite restaurant EVER BTW). If I had the same merlot today, I would probably love it.

Would I love it because it would have aged longer? Has my molecular structure changed so much in ten years that the neural signals I am receiving are different? No. It would be the same wine, but I would revel in the smoky undertones of tobacco, is that strawberry? No! Raspberry. Bask is the density... gorgeous deep scarlet. I might sell it to you. You might buy two bottles for you and your friends, have a great time, take some home, and leave an excellent tip. But I guarantee the power of the sale had nothing to do with that wine tasting good. It doesn't. It's the fact that we just made the absolute best out of something mundane, even unpleasant; we escaped for a moment, and we did it together.

Great escapes are about being brave, but not being a big jerk about it. You have to push a little deeper sometimes(and if you're like me, those times usually involve blushes). It's a social thing. It's a heroic moment to be shared. Just a moment; there's no good times to own, no matter how many pictures you take, and agendas spoil everything. Refusing to taste something you have never tried isn't rude, its not stupid, it just limits possibilities.

So if you made it this far and you liked it, next time you see me, tell me how difficult it was to hold yourself back from impersonal commercialized mumbo-jumbo or political views well developed enough that they become Facebook eCards in 28 hours. Or just read next time. :)