I have bartending experience now!

So this Thursday I got to pour wine and sodas for rich Democrats at a County Party fundraiser.  Stan Williams was supposed to do it, but he mixed up the dates and realized he had to go to NY for the YDA Convention.  So he called me up, and I decided to give it a shot.  Wine was definitely the crowd favorite.  This one old lady came up to me about four times throughout the night, the second or third time she asked me, "Do you do anything crass like counting?"  I told her no, but obviously that's a lie from what I'm writing here.  The last time she came up, she admitted she was only a little tipsy.  I poured her another glass, and she wobbled away.  

I also poured Harry Mitchell a diet coke!  I was out of ice when he came up, and he came back later to get a refill of coke, and then told me he knew where to get more ice and took the ice bucket and filled it up for me.  I thought that was so nice of him!  I was gonna give Terry Goddard a beer too, but this guy came out of nowhere behind me and already popped the top off a bottle before Terry could even ask for it.  I was thinking, dude, that's my job.  

People seemed to like me, I'm like BFFs with Ann Wallack now, the chair of the County Party.  I think it's partly to do with my name, but whatever.  Ann says she's gonna throw a party for young people, which would be pretty cool.  She also has a son, who I'm pretty sure swiped a beer while I wasn't looking, but that's not important.  But seriously, I was wearing a sticker with my name on it, and this couple comes up, and as I'm pouring them glasses of wine, I hear the lady whisper (but not really, because I could hear it) to her husband, "Look at her name..."  I was like, really?  At least talk about it when you walk away, not right in front of me.  

This issue is becoming more prominent as I am getting more involved here.  I don't want to use my name to get me places, I want to get there myself.  I really hope people never assume that of me.  I'm doing this work on my own, and I want to be recognized for it.  It really makes me question people's sincerity.  I always find myself doubting people's intentions, assuming alternative motives.  Maybe I shouldn't assume either, maybe I'm over reacting.  Maybe people actually find me interesting and want to get to know me and not just because I'm related to someone important.  But I'll guess I'll never know for certain.  I just have to keep working hard for what I believe in, and hopefully people will understand what I am in this for.  If they don't, then they obviously don't know me at all.

Also, Ann Wallack gave me $60 for helping out.  That's like more than $20 an hour!  I need to find more gigs like this.  

Hmm, other things going on:

I don't know if you guys have IHOPs where you are, but it's free pancake day on Tuesday (ironically, the day of Obama's State of the Union address).  

We're having an encore presentation of Street Fight for the WHAM this Wednesday.  We've decided to make the last WHAM of every month a movie night since there's not a lot going on right now.

YDAZ Convention this weekend.  It's at ASU, and hopefully will be better than last year.  At the exec meeting last week I met a guy from the West Campus named Alaska!  (well, his real name is Austin, but nobody calls him that).  I thought that was cool.  

I fell off my bike a couple weeks ago, and my knee is still kind of bruised.  That's my excuse for not doing physical therapy yet, but I've been doing yoga!

I'm probably going to dye my hair red, it's getting so long!  I'll let you know if I do this.

I think that's about it for now, oh I got Skype!  I have no idea how to use it, so someone should teach me.  And if it's possible to three/four-way call, we should do that.

I miss you all!  Much love from the stupid state of Arizona!

Erica