I fucking love my job at the bar.
I get to flirt and meet cool people every Friday and Saturday night. Two weeks ago I met this really funny, cute guy and we stay in touch on the computer and phone. He lives in Nati, though, so we haven't met up in person outside of the bar, yet. Last night, I met this really cute guy who has the same name as my daddy. He was drunk, obvs, but still coherent and really nice. Huge tipper. :-) Wants to tak me out for dinner.
The local minor league hockey team was at the bar lst night.
They were hilARIOUS.
One of them fell in love with PeiPei (hot Asian chick who does her laundry at my house, gave me the pitbull love of my life, one of my best friends, got me the job at the Vue, we had the big apple-picking birthday party for her). He was getting traded to Phoenix. He left today. ANyway.
After work, Pei's friends invited us to come over to Diamonds Caberet (the strip club next to the bar). Since we work at teh Vue, which is the same company, we didn't have to pay. :-D Free titties!!! So we meet up with Patti's friends at Diamonds, and the hockey players are there. One of them came over and started talking to me about ten minutes after we got there. And then the really drunk traded player comes over and is stuck to Pei all over again. hahahaha. The one I was talking to was pretty nice, drunk, but I work in a fucking bar, ya know.
He and I went and sat down together and talked, and Patti's not hockey friend took her upstairs to get a lapdance from his favorite dancer. PEI GOT A LAPDANCE!!!!
When we're ready to leave (thinkg 4:30 in the morning!), the hockey play I'm talking to tells us that he lives right next to Patti's admirer (they all live in the same apartment complex, turns out I almost lived there with them!), so we give him a ride too. As we're getting in the car, Phoenix tells me that he called shotgun, so I have to ride with my new buddy in the back. Um. . .
I now have front-row seats to the Drunk Hockey Player Trying Desperately to Pick Up PeiPei Show.
Jimi (my hockey player's nickname): Get a room!
Me: They have a car.
Jimi: We're in the car too.
Me: Uh. . . yeah. . .
Jimi: You're no fun.
Me: I'm having lots of fun.
Jimi: No you're not.
Me: Um. . . Yes I am.
He force-snuggled me. hahahahahahaha
We were going to stop at Waffle House (our uje after work special), but they were talking about it too, so Patti and I didn't get any greasy food last night. All the better. . .
Anyway. We get to the apartment complex, and drop off Jimi, but Phoenix wouldn't get out of the front seat so I could get out of the car. He REFUSED. He wanted me to get out with Jimi so Pei could tke him back to his apartment in another part of the complex. Um. . .
As Jimi's getting out, he says, "You're not going to come cuddle?"
Um. . . What?
Me: No. Goodnight.
Him: Uhng.
Phoenix: Jimi, come give your girlfriend a hug. Tell her bye.
Jimi's walking up to his apartment. Phoenix WON'T get out of the car. So I get back into the back seat, and e drive Phoenix back to his apartment. We get there, and he still won't get out.
He spent the next two minutes trying to get Pei to make out with him.
Jimi: I'm going to kiss you
Pei (offering her cheek): Okay. Goodnight.
Jimi: No, I want to kiss you. Turn your head.
Pei: No. (laughing)
Jimi: Will you marry me?
Pei: NO.
Jimi: Will you come visit me in Phoenix?
Pei: Sure.
Jimi: Promise?
Pei: I promise.
Jimi: Give me a kiss.
Pei: No. Come on, get out. I'm tired.
Jimi: Give me a kiss.
I'm trying to supress my laughter in the back seat. We finally manage to get the drunk hockey player out of the car, I move back to the front. As soon as the door is closed, we burst out laughing. Oh man. . . Poor PeiPei. THe fool stood there and watched us as we left. Man. . .
Adventures.
Time to go be a responsible citizen. Pace.
I get to flirt and meet cool people every Friday and Saturday night. Two weeks ago I met this really funny, cute guy and we stay in touch on the computer and phone. He lives in Nati, though, so we haven't met up in person outside of the bar, yet. Last night, I met this really cute guy who has the same name as my daddy. He was drunk, obvs, but still coherent and really nice. Huge tipper. :-) Wants to tak me out for dinner.
The local minor league hockey team was at the bar lst night.
They were hilARIOUS.
One of them fell in love with PeiPei (hot Asian chick who does her laundry at my house, gave me the pitbull love of my life, one of my best friends, got me the job at the Vue, we had the big apple-picking birthday party for her). He was getting traded to Phoenix. He left today. ANyway.
After work, Pei's friends invited us to come over to Diamonds Caberet (the strip club next to the bar). Since we work at teh Vue, which is the same company, we didn't have to pay. :-D Free titties!!! So we meet up with Patti's friends at Diamonds, and the hockey players are there. One of them came over and started talking to me about ten minutes after we got there. And then the really drunk traded player comes over and is stuck to Pei all over again. hahahaha. The one I was talking to was pretty nice, drunk, but I work in a fucking bar, ya know.
He and I went and sat down together and talked, and Patti's not hockey friend took her upstairs to get a lapdance from his favorite dancer. PEI GOT A LAPDANCE!!!!
When we're ready to leave (thinkg 4:30 in the morning!), the hockey play I'm talking to tells us that he lives right next to Patti's admirer (they all live in the same apartment complex, turns out I almost lived there with them!), so we give him a ride too. As we're getting in the car, Phoenix tells me that he called shotgun, so I have to ride with my new buddy in the back. Um. . .
I now have front-row seats to the Drunk Hockey Player Trying Desperately to Pick Up PeiPei Show.
Jimi (my hockey player's nickname): Get a room!
Me: They have a car.
Jimi: We're in the car too.
Me: Uh. . . yeah. . .
Jimi: You're no fun.
Me: I'm having lots of fun.
Jimi: No you're not.
Me: Um. . . Yes I am.
He force-snuggled me. hahahahahahaha
We were going to stop at Waffle House (our uje after work special), but they were talking about it too, so Patti and I didn't get any greasy food last night. All the better. . .
Anyway. We get to the apartment complex, and drop off Jimi, but Phoenix wouldn't get out of the front seat so I could get out of the car. He REFUSED. He wanted me to get out with Jimi so Pei could tke him back to his apartment in another part of the complex. Um. . .
As Jimi's getting out, he says, "You're not going to come cuddle?"
Um. . . What?
Me: No. Goodnight.
Him: Uhng.
Phoenix: Jimi, come give your girlfriend a hug. Tell her bye.
Jimi's walking up to his apartment. Phoenix WON'T get out of the car. So I get back into the back seat, and e drive Phoenix back to his apartment. We get there, and he still won't get out.
He spent the next two minutes trying to get Pei to make out with him.
Jimi: I'm going to kiss you
Pei (offering her cheek): Okay. Goodnight.
Jimi: No, I want to kiss you. Turn your head.
Pei: No. (laughing)
Jimi: Will you marry me?
Pei: NO.
Jimi: Will you come visit me in Phoenix?
Pei: Sure.
Jimi: Promise?
Pei: I promise.
Jimi: Give me a kiss.
Pei: No. Come on, get out. I'm tired.
Jimi: Give me a kiss.
I'm trying to supress my laughter in the back seat. We finally manage to get the drunk hockey player out of the car, I move back to the front. As soon as the door is closed, we burst out laughing. Oh man. . . Poor PeiPei. THe fool stood there and watched us as we left. Man. . .
Adventures.
Time to go be a responsible citizen. Pace.
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