Pride is finally over

It was a great Pride and a wonderful time the last week, although extremely busy and not without the exceptions of a few bad moments which were overcome after a couple of stiff drinks. Any how to catch you all up, Matthew arrived last Wednesday morning, his flight was late but non the same he got here and I am so happy he was here and with me and got to meet my friends and celebrate Pride with me. I worked everyday unfortunately from the date of his arrival and was there most days up to 10 hours so it was a crazy week for me and for us and then we would go out and explore the village and the hundreds of thousands of people who were here.
So here are some of the mishaps this Pride, Mayor Rob Ford, just an idiot to say the least, first mayor of Toronto in years, not to represent the city by marching in the parade or opening the gay pride celebration. I think he has totally screwed himself for re election in 4 years time. Second, oh my god it was busy and the kitchen where I work , what a fucking disaster is all I can really say about that. Only one of the three cooks in there can read english and gives a shit what they are sending out. The other 2 not so great, especially Fusili, a stupid and belligerent ass, he is from Greece and therefor protected by the owners and is just a total fuck up. The man throws plates in the window, literally the one day from standing there and waiting for my food to come up, the front of my shirt was covered in Hollandaise sauce. Then on Pride Sunday Stella, my boss was there waiting tables and fell onto a piece of glass and cut her hand wide open, after taking over her section, still doing mine and consoling her daughter I was just plain exhausted that day, nut I went out with my girls and Matthew and we went to the Firken and had a few drinks. A good time was had by all eventually! After leaving the Firken and the girls on Sunday, Matt and I went to see my friend the other Wayne and his partner, yes I know that may confuse you. Got there and had a couple drinks with them and then walked them to Zippers, as they were going out, not me, had to work in the morning again.  Saturday night we went out for Waynes birthday dinner with him and his friend David. So happy to be there for his birthday, which was actually on Sunday. All weekend long Matt and I were out doing something at night and we had an amazing time together, busy and just wonderful, god I love him so much, he is in Vancouver, because honestly that is where he belongs at the moment and in time we will be together in the same home again, but for now we are always together in our hearts and with each other in our thoughts constantly.
Anyhow yesterday was starting out to be great, but unfortunately did not work out to be that way for a while, with Stella still in the hospital and Themis there with her all day, that left brother George in charge of the restaurant which just turned out to be a disaster, now let me tell you why. Before this Fusili was being his usual ass self and not doing his job and just in panic mode as he always is, so I told George to go in and straighten the ass hole out, because he was just starting to stress everyone. It started with Matt coming in for lunch and having food and paying for it of course as we always do, George sat there the whole time glaring at Matthew while he ate his lunch and had a beer. Making Matt very uncomfortable and making me very angry. No body wants to go to a restaurant and eat lunch and be made to feel that they are unwelcome and stared at like they don't belong there! So Matt got up after his lunch and cleared his own plate and beer bottle and whatever is what I say about that, after all he did come in and help us for 4 hours the day before and bus tables and keep us out of the weeds, so what the hell he cleared his plate after lunch and we went out back for a ciggy break. George followed us and stood in the back door and stared as we smoked and I gave Matt a kiss, come on really he is my partner. Anyways Matt left and I went back inside to work st down for a minute and all of a sudden George went off on me. George was slamming his fist on the table and then put his fucken fist right in my face and telling me how angry he was with me and how he didn't like my friend clearing his plate and started to yell at me, telling me I was a nobody and who do I think I am to tell him about the cook and have my "friend" clear his own plate. He kept on and eventually told me he did not want me there, so I finished my tables and left. Oh well, I will get another job and it will be great and no more Greek owners for me. I am done with them.
Before leaving I told George that I am not a nobody and I worked my ass off for his brother and did my job and went above and beyond my duties which I always have and always will.I also said that no one raises their hand to me ever and he just kept yelling at me in front of my tables and customers and everything else and going on about how I am a nobody we just work for them and that is it, Well mister I am not sure who the hell you think you are but get over it and quickly please. You are just an idiot and I think you may be suffering from demensia or something of that nature, to say the least you have a split personality. So I left and met up with Matt and  we then met up with Alisa and Brian and went and had a couple drinks at the Firken again and then off to Alisa place to check out the view there. The day got better and I vow not to let George and his power trip ruin my day and I did just that, I forgot my troubles and got happy! So that was our Pride, all and all pretty great, with a few mishaps here and there.