Waffle House...The Stories NEVER End

Yesterday, on the way back from NC, I stopped in Atlanta to have coffee my friend, Rich Williams. We decided on an exit and I was supposed to call him once I had arrived and let him know where I had stopped. The only non fast food place to stop was Waffle House, I was feeling a little college nostalgia and decided that it would be the perfect place to stop. I walked in and sat in a booth. Note: I was the only customer in the entire Wa-Ho. I ordered a cup of coffee from my waitress and in the process, hear another waitress say to a co-worker (in a tone where she wanted me to hear),
"See that girl over there? Doesn't she look like (insert a name that I couldn't understand because of an overly hick Deliverance-esque accent)? Ya know, from that TV show?" The other waitress says,
"Yeah, that looks just like her! I think it might be!" Waitress 1 actually speaks to me and says,
"Is that who you are? We have famous people come in here all the time." I reply,
"No ma'am, that's not me!" She says to me,
"Yep, that's what they all say!"
I mean, how do I respond to that! I just sat there being stared down for a few more minutes, praying for Rich to arrive.
Fast forward to 20 minutes into my visit with Rich...
He's telling me about life in DC, work, the usual, and waitress 1 comes up to us (actually behind Rich, he couldn't see her, I could) and starts taking pictures of us! Seriously!! She comes up takes 3 pictures and walks off! So I would like to state for the record that I have officially fallen victim to the paparazzi, in Waffle House, no less. I honestly have no idea who she thought I was, but I have a feeling somewhere in Hotlanta this Christmas Day, a Waffle House waitress is showing pictures to her family and is disappointed when they laugh at her for taking pictures of a random girl that was just passing through town.

Weekend Plans

I'm heading up to Camp Nowiczewski this weekend (an overdue retreat into the mountains of NC) to hang with Katy and her family and then back to the Salty on Monday for Christmas with the fam. Hope everyone has a fantastic Christmas!

Welcome to the Blogging Community....

JUSTIN MCKELVEY

Justin has fallen victim to the blogging world and for that, I am thankful. I met Justin in Vail during the winter season of 04/05. We really didn't hang out that season since just by looking at him, I was a jerk and automatically pegged him as snowboard punk. During the next season, I really got to know him and he has been one of my favorite people in the world since. I've shared some really great experiences with him (Winter X Games '06 and the occassional trip to Buena Vista). He was one of my few friends in Vail that actually understood being in the world, but not of it. So, check out his blog and welcome him to the wonderful world of blogging.

Music I've been diggin lately...

I've been loving some Joshua Radin, Sufjan Stevens, and Tom Brosseau as of lately. Especially Star Mile (Joshua Radin) and

Casimir Pulaski Day (Sufjan Stevens), here are the lyrics...

Golden rod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

P.S. Keep a look out for the next post. It will be all about the dirty little hotel secrets that I have encountered in the past few years.

Sad Night

It was a very sad night here at the Foshee house. I came home tonight from a holiday party for work to find that my cat had been hit by a car and died. One of my neighbors found him and let us know. I found Bailey, as a kitten, in a tree in Liberty Park at one of my Young Life girl's houses. He had been stuck up in the tree for over 24 hours. For some reason, after 30 minutes of coaxing, he decided to come down and jumped into my arms. I put up an ad in the Birmingham News, but never got any calls on a lost kitten. Bailey (or Pojo as my dad called him, because he was a poor joe of a partner and would always get in the middle of my dad's projects and knock things down) was the enforcer of the neighborhood. The story of his life was marked by constant trips to the vet to treat infections he acquired from fights with neighboring cats. He never lost a fight though. He was 20 lbs of muscle. We tried to put him on a diet one time and he started killing more chipmunks and rodents. You had to give it to him, he still had it being that he was 10 years old and overweight. Though at times he seemed like a menace to society (he attacked our neighbor once, but my grandmother thought she deserved it because she had a buddha statue in her yard) he was my cat. He was protective and seemed to have more dog like qualities than cat. He lived a very privileged life. My dad had set up a partially finished basement room for him, complete with a twin size bed (with a heating pad for the winter), cat artwork, numerous toys, a water purifying fountain, and a TV. Dad made sure that he was able to watch Auburn Football games and "Two a Days." Not kidding. He went to watch fireworks with our family every 4th of July and would jump up on the dashboard to watch them. Needless to say, I was attached. Funny, the past few nights when I came in late, I would spend some time extra time with him because I felt like he needed a little extra loving. I guess something was telling me that his time on this earth was limited. It's funny how hard it is when you lose a pet, the first feeling I had was that I don't want to have another pet again. I guess I just miss my friend. Rest in Peace Bailey Boo...we'll miss you!

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.

Work has been crazy as of lately. None of my events though, lots of holiday parties that my co-workers have booked. Saturday night I helping a co-worker (Jeanna) get a chocolate fountain started in her party. Let the record show that I HATE chocolate fountains. I think they are the most vile creations on earth. They should be referred to as "Fountains of Communicable Diseases." I've seen some gross stuff in my event days and I will never ever eat out of one ever. It's one of those unknown hospitality secrets similar to taking off the comforter off of hotel room beds. P.S. I have a list of things that you should watch out for in hotel rooms. If you're interested let me know. I would publish them, but for some people somethings are best left unsaid. That aside, we had to get it up and running. The kitchen brought up part of the chocolate for the fountain (or what we thought was the correct chocolate for the fountain). We poured it in the fountain and it looked like this:

Obviously, it needed more chocolate. So Jeanna headed down to the kitchen to get the rest only to discover that we were given the wrong (one was dark and the other was milk) chocolate!!! Not sure what to do, we thought about it for a second and decided to pour the rest of it in, thinking that it would just mix and aesthetically would look funny for a few minutes, but would then just mix together. Not so fast my friend. What we didn't know was the kitchen had given us was not just two different flavors of chocolate, but textures as well. It started to back up and falling in clumps from the top of the fountain to the bottom, splattering chocolate everywhere! Then the top tier of the fountain started shaking and spinning. It had some serious volcanic action going on. So we had to unplug it, take it out of the room, and clean it in pits (dish washing room). Needless to say I never want to see, smell, or eat chocolate EVER again. Here is the after picture:

We ended up serving it fondue style out of a crock. Not quite the presentation that the client was looking for, but a little bit more sanitary.