Love Comes in the Form of a Tiny, Blue, Plastic Triangle

I am in love. Well, not really, but I really, really have a crush on the lead singer of The Bravery. Not only is he hot, he's super talented and I have the beginnings of a shrine underway in my apartment. I saw them live this weekend and what a great show! I saw an awesome band, got into a semi fight with a dude that jumped on my friend. We were standing really close to the stage and apparently he wanted to make it a mosh pit...but not really the right kind of music and he's outnumbered by nonjumpers. I pushed him, but only cause he jumped into my arm... ;) He pushed me back and it continued briefly. He ended up appologizing, but really...you are a major tool to push a girl. Even if you are gay. Did I mention that? He was gay. And his boyfriend seriously yelled at him when he appologized to me. I bet he got in trouble when he got home. After the shoving match, the show went on and was awesome. I got a guitar pick thrown at me after the show (which is a part of the shrine) and I am so very happy I paid double the ticket price to a skinny college aged hustler for the tickets.
Aside from the awesome show I got a new job. I am still working at the bar (only now part time, thank God) and am going to be a glorified assistant to four "Presidents" to a pretty exclusive catering company out of Old Town. I am really excited to put something on my resume that doesn't involve working for tips and hopefully will put my degree to use...as I am growing a bit hardhearted in thinking degrees don't really amount to much. We shall see!
In other news, my brother drunk called me at 3am this morning to tell me a bunch of dysfunctional stuff about our father's side of the family. It was very enlightening and I felt like getting out of a bed and getting drunk so I could contribute. He needs to keep it up, because normally I do all the talking in our relationship and annoy the living hell out of him. It was great.
Moving on to kharma. I am screwed for server kharma...I was a total bitch the last couple of nights to people who really did deserve it...until today. I had a table that was all over happy hour beers and were sucking down water like it was...well, liquid gold. So much work...and the tab ended up being 94 bucks Ok, so $40 of it was from Carbombs, but that leaves $50 bucks from $2 draughts, plus all those waters. You do the math...that's like 25 beers. They found out my name was Joy and yelled it all over the restaurant, which makes me want to punch people in the ribs in all honesty. So I come over and the dude scribbled 101.00 on the total line and wanted to make sure it was ok. I just looked at him and gave a drop dead look and walked off. I looked like a major bitch. They yelled my name again over my tables to say thank you and they'd be back as I waved them off and kept working, all the while giving evil stares. It turns out they put more money in the book. I am an ASSHOLE. They gave it to the bartender and yelled at me again to let me know where it was as I waved them away again. I am going to server hell. Later in the night one of the ladies in the group was at the bar and I appologized for being rude when they left. She gave me this look of confusion and said that I didn't do anything wrong. I was taken aback and felt worse, but then felt great. I can be as rude as I want to be and get away with that. But I'm still due for some bad kharma....damn.