I Survived the Wet Tee Shirt Contest...Barely.

So we all know that I am a major tripping asshole...well tonight proved to be the pinacle of my klutziness. I could barely breathe without creating a major accident. I dumped a beer all over me...ME, while talking at service bar. As opposed to me just dropping it randomly. And two of the hispanic kitchen staff happened to be sitting at the bar watching my nipples transform as the whole beer hit my chest. Fucking-a. I immediately asked for another shirt and the manager gave me one that was one size smaller than my current shirt. I have to admit, that it felt and looks a lot better, but one of the dudes at the bar asked me, "Is that a new shirt? Because what happened? You have cheechas..." Um. Yeah, I have always had them. So, thanks. Apparently the whole bar became better aquainted with my breasts tonight. Fun. Then at random people spilled stuff around me and came dangerously close to nailing me with various drinks/trays of food, etc. I continued to klutz myself around the bar feeling like I was on the set of Final Destination VII, where I am about to die as I hand someone a beer. And that's about it on the excitement scale. My fellow employees saw me dump my own beer on myself for no apparent reason except that I am a klutz, and found out I have nipple rings. I am a tad bit embarrased, but glad I got a new shirt out of the deal.
In other news, I am so happy with my new day job, although I feel as tired as a single mom with 5 kids (ok...not really... and I never want to know what that feels like...), I have responsibility and dress up for work and battle the crowds to get to "the office," and wear pantyhose...thrilling. I am kinda beat from working two jobs, but am liking the fact that I don't have to put a restaurant on my resume. I just got home from work and have to be at the office in 6 hours...Cheers.