Rachel:You're really good at that. Whatever it is that you're doing over there.
Finn:Thanks for helping me out.
Rachel:Yeah, well, I need the distraction. I'm gonna be at emotional def con one until they post the audition results for the musical, which means I'm gonna be even more self-centered than usual. Just so you know.
Finn:Why? You know you're gonna get the lead.
Rachel:I know I am. But, I mean, you don't really know until you know. You can still try out. I mean, the field for Tony is wide open.
Finn:Well, I mean, between football and school I don't really have time. And I gotta go to this booty camp thing. My-my dancing has got to get better or it'll cost us Nationals. Plus Burt pays me good here. I'm saving up for college and stuff.
Rachel:I just...I don't want you to give up on what makes you most special. You know, you're really talented. Talented enough to get into NYADA if you applied.
Finn:What if I don't want to? I mean, I'm not saying that I don't, but...I stay here, work for Burt...I mean, would that be so bad?
Rachel:No. Not if it made you happy...but I don't think it would. You're better than that. You may not know it, but I do.
So I’m helping cater my aunt’s friend/co-worker’s wedding reception tomorrow. I’m getting paid so that’s cool but there’s only going to be four of us for 200+ people. Since obviously the family isn’t going to work the wedding because they’re guests (duh) the bride is getting friends of friends to help. Like I said, we’re being paid but it’s a little nerve wracking since it’s a 50/1 ratio. Just me, my mom, my aunt, and my 13 year old cousin. The food is already cooked and stuff, but we have to set it out and put the dirty dishes in boxes for the company to take later, and keep the food filled and heated and a bunch of stuff. And since we have to be there between 2-2:30 and we’re done around 8 or 9pm that’s like 6 or 7 hours on our feet. Yikes.
And yet one of the things I’m most upset about is the fact that, because of this, I’m going to have to dress more for comfort and less for cute. Adios high heels I had been planning on. Bye-bye super cute dress. Hello black pants, flats, somewhat decent top of choice and black apron.
Still, since these people are not related to me I fully plan on looking as cute as possible in case any possibly-attractive male suitors should be in attendance.
Oh yeah, I’m going to be the cutest little caterer you’ve ever seen.
Plus, though my mom and aunt seem to be dreading it I’m not that worried. I mean yeah, it’s a lot of people but we’ll do the best we can and if that’s not enough then people can either help us out or suck it up. Simple as that. And really, ever since I read The Truth About Forever (by the fabulous Sarah Dessen- one of the best authors ever, check out all of her books because they’re all epic) I’ve wanted to see how catering is for real. And it was my dream growing up to be a waitress (Ah, the innocent mind of the young. I also wanted to be an ice cream truck driver and a horse).
So wish me luck, my dears. I shall talk to you all tomorrow evening.