When You Wish Upon a Star

Last night I found myself wishing upon a star. Today I am spending the afternoon working on my book proposal, because if you dream it you can acheive it. I know this is true because I saw it on a poster in my math class in seventh grade. Mrs. Fredrichs, you rock. Part of this post is a rewrite from about a year ago, but it still makes sense to me so I am using it again. I have been reviewing my old diaries to see how many freakin' waiter jobs I have had in my life. I have every day of my life documented in my diaries since December 31st, 1982. One entry stopped me cold in my tracks. Had I not written it in my own hand, I never would have believed that it was from me. It proves to all those naysayers out there that I have not always been a spiteful, bitter, angry waiter. There was a time when I was as pure as the driven snow and filled with hope and and inspiration to serve others. Of course, this was before I was an actual waiter. I was just a lowly busboy dreaming of the day that I could be a waiter and reap the rewards of that position. Behold:

September 30, 1989: Worked tonight and made $31. Cool, eh? People tell me I'm a great busser. I want to be a great waiter. I really do.

First off, yes, I was working in a restaurant in 1989 which is probably before half of you bitches were born. And yes, $31 was a decent sum of money to me back then when my rent was only $275. It was a long time ago before cell phones, computers and I think it was right before they invented these flying machines called aeroplanes. But we must take notice of my aspiration to become a waiter and how I truly wanted to be a great one. I was working at a Mexican restaurant in Denver called Juanita's. Who even knows if it's still there? But that place groomed me for my future in the food service industry. There was one waitress there who always said "pardon me" when ever she walked by and I always thought it was so sophisticated of her. To this day, I say that instead of "excuse me" or "get the fuck out of my way." I want to keep it classy.

I guess the point of this post is to remind us all that dreams really do come true. Jiminy Cricket says so and I do have him tattooed on my leg so it must be true. In 1989 I dreamed of becoming a waiter and I made it happen! Therefore, if I can dream of writing a book, then I can make that happen too. I am a waiter. I will be an author.

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do

So, what did you wish for last night when your eyes fell upon the first star of twilight?


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