Fun, non-running related fact about me. I work at a restaurant and bar in downtown LA. Why am I telling you this? Because I had planned to do a post about how shitty the place can be and the horrible customers and how this weekend was one of the worst on record because of the NBA All Star Weekend right next door.

But I just can't today. Yes there are days I comepletly HATE the place. And I almost quit about a month ago because I was overlooked for a promotion I deserved. And we have a tendency to get the less than pleasant or classy customers. But then sometimes amist all the crazyness and the yelling and the having no idea what is goig on, something good happens.

Something like an apology raise that I didn't ask for. Or spending a crazy night like tonight (we hit capaticy and had a line wrapping around the building) with good friends. And having the managers supply us with shirts since not all of us are NBA fans Or getting my favorite athletes- real athletes- Olympic swimmers to walk in the door thanks to twitter. Yeah, it's nights like this that make all the yelling, all the bullshit, all the drama totally worth it.

Also, being closed for the All Star Game. That makes me extra happy.