Sangria Toting Fool Slices and Dices her Way to a Hangover

I don't know if it was the booze talking (I think I woke up semi-drunk) or if I was just feeling utterly stupid, but I answered an early phone call from a frantic manager and agreed to switching from a night shift to a morning shift (! Stupid!) because one of the new servers twisted her ankle and called out...Ok...I talked to this girl and she got another job right after she was hired at our place...so I highly doubt she twisted an ankle...I bet she's on the other side of town pimping her perfectly normal ankles to make a buck. I walk in and another new server who is the polar opposite of me (major charicteristic being that she doesn't talk...at all...) decides she hates it and quits on the spot. So...if I didn't go in, the manager would have had to do it all. That would have been great. I should have said no. Instead I got to deal with a bunch of crabby customers and chat up strangers at the end of my shift at the bar.
On a happier note, I have taken up the request to write an article all about sangria...nice. Downside, am I paying for the drinks before hand? Because something tells me that I will be in the negative if I sport the tab for the drinks and get paid 5 cents a word for my troubles. If you could call that trouble. I don't think there's that much I can say about sangria to make 5 cents a word add up...Regardless I spent my first night on the town with some girl friends of mine and we had a lot of fun. Didn't like the sangria, which inspired me to make my own so I'd have something to compare and get additional fluff for the article, like recipes maybe.
So...I made white sangria...not my best decision in life. I bought a shitload of fruits, and spent a long ass time chopping away at them, which was actually a lot of fun because I enjoyed my new favorite band, The Bravery* while slaving in the kitchen. I cut up the following: pineapple, watermellon, an apple, orange, lemon, lime, grapes, strawberries, and a nectarine! That's a helluva lot of fruit. But the kicker was the wine. I mixed a nice white wine with brandy, vodka, and gingerale...and woke up with a splitting headache and the quality bathroom time too. I can't handle the white wine...No mas...No mas...
*Speaking of The Bravery...Great band. I like them a lot and can't wait to see them live when they come to DC. Should be a good time.
I believe most of our crap is dead and gone at home...the estate sale is over and my mom probably has more nickels and loose change than she knows what to do with. I am so glad I wasn't there to watch people go through our stuff and haggle. I probably would have slapped someone. And finally, does anyone know the name of Annie's dog? (Little curly, red haired Annie).