Normally I would be really excited, as I love thunderstorms. But today I am filled with dread. Why? Because planes can't fly in thunderstorms. (The turbulence makes them fall out of the air, which is generally regarded to be Bad.)
And normally I wouldn't mind a few flight delays. I mean, they're awful to live through, but are really your best bet as money-makers. (Think about it. Your flight's delayed. You think, what to do? Ah-- go to the bar. Makes sense. Unfortunately the same thought occurs to everyone else simultaneously. And that makes for rather a stressful atmosphere behind the bar, because such people tend to be low on patience, and given Murphy's Law, something else usually goes wrong about then, i.e. "Forty-nine people have just walked in and my Labatt Blue keg just kicked and the cocktail waitress just went on break.")

And yet, still, I wouldn't be lying in my bed (with laptop, ha ha) filled with dread, except for the fact that I just spent yesterday at work. Now, I don't know if any of you were outside yesterday, but if you were, you might have noticed something. What something was that?
It was foggy.
Not only was it foggy here, making takeoffs and landings impossible for eight hours, but there were also weather issues in JFK/LaGuardia, and I don't know the details but I do know for sure that 1) JetBlue, 2) US Airways, 3) United, 4) AirTran (you know, for being out of business, the number of flights they have that leave from BNIA's Gate 9 has remained utterly unchanged), 5) Continental, and 6) Southwest, which was so bad I should say it twice, Southwest,... had flights not taking off. Some had flights diverted, rerouted, canceled, etc. JetBlue boarded flight 7 at 5:30, and we were all filled with hope: maybe it would leave, maybe that meant that some flights would leave-- but then, at 10:30 pm, the entire contents of the plane came pouring into the bar all at once, having just sat on the runway for five hours.

I arrived at ten to noon for my shift. I got down to the bar and things were already in chaos. (The opener arrives at 11:30 on Sundays, and I was the cocktail waitress, who arrives at 12:00.) So I ran around like a crazy person getting things sorted out, and then I ran around like a crazy person taking care of customers, and then I ran around like a crazy person for a while longer, and...
I took my lunch break at 10:45 pm.

To say I'm "kind of sore" today would be an understatement so vast the mind laughs at it rather than trying to comprehend it. I hurt my back on Friday during the Canadian Spring Break rush. I hurt my left bicep on Saturday during the continuation of that (with the added "cheap fucks who'll drive four to eight hours to save $100 in airfare usually fly on Saturdays" bonus meaning that my tips averaged 8% of my check totals, and were frequently lower). So a nice peachy twelve-hour shift of UTTER CHAOS was just what we needed to ensure that I truly appreciate my vertebrae.

I have to work today, and then I'm off for two days. So I admit, ungrateful as it may sound (bartenders always hope it'll be busy. it's the only way you make money), I really, really hope those thunderstorms clear up by the time my shift starts, because I have made about all the money I can stand to make out of injuring myself.


Although the thunderstorms do mean it's spring. I have snowdrops blooming in my front yard, and crocuses. My mother bought me crocus bulbs when I first moved into this house, big giant purple crocuses, and they were so exciting to see last year-- I'd never planted anything before on my own. This past autumn my older sister Katy, who was in Iraq at the time with the Third Infantry Division, bought me a big order of bulbs from White Flower Farm, mostly because she was hankering for her own garden. So I've got fifty more crocuses in assorted colors this year, and 25 Galanthus Nivalis snowdrops all along the front yard. Zobar wants to naturalize snowdrops all through the lawn, and I think he might have a good idea there. But anyway. I am, despite my airport-schedule trepidation, excited about spring.

Even though we kind of got gypped on winter.

Obviously, I am not one of the cool kids. I had something witty and flippant all ready to go here, to make an impression and be fancy and witty, but then the browser ate it, and it's gone now. (To further prove my lack of awesomeness, I'd composed it beforehand in a word processing document which I had (here comes the brilliant part) closed without saving because it was pasted into the browser window so surely all was well. Right? No. Duh.)

So anyhow.
You wouldn't know it, but I'm actually quite an old hand at blogging. I started my Livejournal (don't groan at me like that-- at least it's not MySpace) in the summer of 2001 because I was tired of emailing the same things to different people. "How was your week? I did this and this and that!" Why not just put it online? Great!
Only, my mom still doesn't read it, and it's just as well.
Having a blog has meant that I have dozens upon dozens of online friends. But, as the founder of this site has pointed out, that means I've been rather lazy about seeking out real-world friends. I've lived in Buffalo for two years now, but have very few friends here.
So, inspired by the Geek Meet, I thought, well, I might as well, since I'm online all the time, seek out other people who are online in Buffalo. It's sort of like a half-way step towards a real-world social life. But let's not talk crazy here.


My instinct here is to go on about myself for an hour or two but I suppose I'd have more of a chance of salvaging a halfway-to-coolness impression if I were brief. So, in short:
1. I write novels. I don't necessarily finish them. I have one complete but it needs a redraft. The second one's almost done and needs to be trimmed down. Numbers three through twelve all need a whole lot more than that.
I know there are a bunch of writers' groups in Buffalo and I should join one for some support and motivation and exchange of ideas, but again, do I leave my house? Seldom: I have the Internet.
2. I tend bar at the airport. There are three bars in the Buffalo-Niagara International Airport, all on the far side of security. If you're flying out, stop in and see us-- there's one at gate 6, one at gate 10, and one at gate 16, all staffed by the same people and run by the same company. Which means that the people are all nice, but the prices are all identically atrocious. I mostly work weekends.
3. I am the girlfriend of Zobar , who is the geek who ran the Geekmeet and works for prominent altnewsweekly and writes them brilliant ::http://artvoice.com/issues/v5n7/macintosh_se30:: columns. Do I resent him for being published when I, a novelist for a decade and a half, am not? NO. NEVER FOR A MINUTE.
Right.
He's also a total noodge. However. He cooks well, when he sets his mind to it. Which has to count for something. I've lived with him at 4 addresses for 3.5 years in 2 states, so either it does, or I'm a moron.

OK. Here goes nothin'. *hits Publish*

• edited to add* Oh. Doesn't use HTML.

Pardon my dust while I figure out how to include a link. Durr...