I started waiting tables again last night. I figured that between my full time job, school, and planning a wedding I have plenty of free time to serve people food, just for fun. I mean really, anyone who tells you that they don't wait tables just for fun is completely lying to you. It has been a long time since I have worn an apron, so last night provoked some interesting reflections. Overall, it was the proverbial 'riding a bicycle' it just came flooding back. My little sayings, my fast waitress walk, and my balancing prowess, all returned for what felt like an encore ballet performance. I am not however, in peak server shape, meaning being able to stand for hours on end, on floors that were not designed for the men and women that would be using them the most. I left with tired legs and feet, but they will adjust, they always have. I don't know how long this little stint will last, and thankfully it will only be one night a week, but in many ways it feels like I have reunited with an old friend. A friend that on some days would beat me down, physically and emotionally, but a friend that brought me a lot of laughs, introduced me to a lot of friends, and brought me cash money. And who doesn't love that friend?