Well, Pensacola is definitely still Pensacola. There are some minor, subtle differences, but for the most part, I still don't love this town. The last week has been spent running on fumes and trying to avoid sleep. The reason for my bed's lack of buddytime is due to yardwork, Starbucks, and time spent trying to hang out with old and new friends. It's hard when old friends come into town, because I expect to hang out 24/7 and so do they; it's just impossible to accomplish when everyone lives on the exact opposite side of town. I work and live near UWF, and Gulf Breeze is the go-to place for all of my high school buddies. I'd love to be able to spend the entire Blue Angel weekend drinking and 'beaching it' with select friends, but I have work and chores/responsibilities that beckon with each beer that befalls my tummy. For the non-Pensacola natives (lucky jerks) that don't know what Blue Angel weekend is: it's an entire weekend dedicated to some of the best pilots in the Navy that put on air shows for the drunken spectators at Pensacola Beach. I got an inside look at the pilots the other night, as I was invited to a buffet/banquet that existed to show gratitude to the pilot aces. It was an invite-only party at the Hilton that had fancy food and expensive (but nasty) beer. I arrived late due to a last-minute airport pickup, and got there in time to watch these peacock-people prance around with a bunch of local lifeguards. I can understand why they strut like alpha males, because it's a group of accomplished, handsome (for the most part), pilots. They really are alpha males, but for the love of all that's good, I can't appreciate people when they're cockier than most WWF fighters. It's when they list accomplishments and walk on a stage and smile great big for a crowd that I can follow along and clap. When they get off stage and have been drinking and hitting on girls my age, not WOMEN... ugh it's just disgusting. They probably get to do that all year, in every city across the USA. How could somebody parade around with a mentality of deustchbaggery that exceeds the norm FOR PILOTS?
After the banquet, the lifeguards AKA my friends, got recognized for putting up with retarded amounts of people that flock to the beach to drown this weekend. That was pretty cool. I have tremendous amounts of respect for some of my lifeguard friends. I followed my good ole' high school boys to Flounder's after the banquet to drink, but had such a long day I couldn't cope with being shoulder to shoulder with drunken beach trash. It was a twelve hour day at Starbucks, as the new guy is in the hospital, and two people are out of town. Making my pockets lined with green is always nice.
Forty+ hours serving jerks their nasty drinks isn't my idea of fun, but I've decided I'm going to find a new job so I don't have to complain anymore. Along the lines of veterinary clinics and wildlife sanctuaries is what I'm thinking. I'd rather be helping animals that can't talk than serving people who talk too much. At the moment I'm composing a list of chores I need to get done today...None of which include either booze or fun. Mostly just sweat and toil. Yay. Maybe just one golf course loop on the new board....heh.
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