Children of Divorce

Every break up has a few, and the Cheese's have more than their fair share. Now that the divorce has been declared emminent, tears have started to flow, and of course the requisit anger and mayhem ensue. OK, it wasnt THAT bad, but I'm not one of the "kids".

What brought on this declaration?I think I did, inadvertantly. I didn't even know I was doing something wrong... I was merely walking out of the store with my kids, and what do I see but Mr B. Cheese wrapped around the 20 year old "Sinister Cupcake" in the checkout line. Well colour me suprised! I did not run home and call MRS B Cheese, nor did I call Mrs H, or Dolly or anyone else for that matter (I don't have a cell). Where the man puts his parts is of no concern to me, I felt the same way about a former president too. So long as the JOB gets done and gets done right, whats it matter to me? It doesn't, not at all. My life has other far more complicated issues at this time to be overly concerned with Hotel shananigans. But it sure does provide drama for this here lil ditty of a blog!

Friday night, we had a small meeting, the declaration was made and most were in a stunned state, Mrs H & I were not. Being the two grown ups in the building, we tend to not get excited over idle bantering and gossip while on shift. Being adults, we also know you should NEVER EVER shit where you eat. Thats a metaphor, for those who don't "get it", google it. What lit up my night was the simple act of Mr Cheese sitting down next to me and sharing a laugh & a margarita. First time in 4 years. Then it happend again on Saturday, breifly. Good thing I had saved my shock and dismay earlier, huh?

Saturday was one of those nights you walk away from shaking your head, but feeling rather goodly about. And I did feel good about the night as a whole.At one point, I felt as though Mrs Cheese would feel that we were dancing on her metaphoric grave, by simply doing what we do every night we work, life went on as usual for us.This is HIS midlife crisis in action. He's nuts, he's been nuts and that hasn't changed. The fact is this, HE IS the Hotel, she was a bright flower in the vase at the bar, and well, we all know what happens to flowers after a while, don't we? One day, SC (s-cupcake) will be a very similar wilted thorny rose on her way out, but I'm betting she will have a new rack and a new ride befor she rides into the sunset. As a former Wallet miner, I know another one when I see one. I'm not a bitch, I just know shit. Trust me.

ADDENDUM: I was RIGHT! SC already requested the new rack! bahahahhahahaaa!