the first thing i that awakens me this morning is my cell phone blaring dueling banjos in my ear, then the distinct disgusting feeling that a cat pissed in my mouth while i was asleep...oh wait, that's from being twisted drunk last night. aroung ten oclock last night at my ausome job at Hue, chef comes up to me and says, "bro, tidy up and go, your in overtime". I was like, "hell yeeeaaah!" so i did just that. but as i was leaving i overheard some of the cooks and servers talking about going drinking at hospitality night at dancers royale after work. being the new guy and wanting to get to know my fellow co-workers better i asked if i could come along, they said sure.
well i live so far from work i went straight there and had my first two for one and watched the gorgeous, unattainable girls dancing. one had large beautiful angel wings tatooed on her slender perfect back. i liked it. my fantasy was short-lived when she started kissing the bouncer. I am jack's expanding bile duct. what are ya gonna do?
after my second beer co-workers started to come in, along with about a thousand other people. soon we were crammed in like fucking sardines around the bar and the stage. at this point i'm experiencing what i love about going out, and thats the sensory overtload of cheap cologne, cigarettes and booze that come together in a combination to give every bar it's own character.
i found myself a good seat at the back bar next to my co-workers were i could chat and people watch at the same time. it was a perfect seat. but it got so packed that it literally took twenty-minutes to get a beer. and in drunk time that like an hour.
then a stripper came up to me and introduced herself. i guess i was the mark. i am jack's fading sense of self-esteem. she was very pretty, dark hair, about 5'4", pretty smile and eyes, petite. she told me her "name" was roxanne and asked me who i was hear with. i hate small talk but i liked talking to her, what straight guy wouldn't. but this is when my stupidity comes out in full splendor. i could not, for the life of me think of anything good to say. back in my younger years it'd just be, "hey, wanna go out to my car and do some blow", but things are different now and so am i. i asked her how long she worked here, and she responded, "oh, were down to the boring questions already?" i am jack's shrinking head.
as i'm thinking this the guy next to me, who it turns out is one of the owners of flo has four girls around him and there laughing and joking and shaking there tities in his face and i look down and he's got little folded up twenties he's passing to them every couple of minutes. hmmm...this means something, i'm just too drunk right now to figure it out. wait a minute, i'm drunk! and i've only had four beers, what the fuck! oh yaaa...i forgot to eat today..that happens sometimes. i still can't believe i work around gormet food all day and i still forget to feed myself. anyway, i'm sure that guy is a nice dude and i wish him the best.
meanwhile my friend has bought me a dance from roxanne, and its very anticlimactic, but whatever, where's the girl with wings?
by my eighth beer im ready to go, and i don't feel to good and i just get up and leave without saying bye or nothing. it's too loud and i'm to lazy to yell. but i stop and buy a round for my friends on my way out. the guy working the hotdog stand outside yells, "support your local hotdog vendor!" i was out of money so there wasn't much i could do.
i wake this morning with blade 2 credits rolling and a half eaten sandwhich next to me. roxanne or angel wing girl would've been nice.
well i live so far from work i went straight there and had my first two for one and watched the gorgeous, unattainable girls dancing. one had large beautiful angel wings tatooed on her slender perfect back. i liked it. my fantasy was short-lived when she started kissing the bouncer. I am jack's expanding bile duct. what are ya gonna do?
after my second beer co-workers started to come in, along with about a thousand other people. soon we were crammed in like fucking sardines around the bar and the stage. at this point i'm experiencing what i love about going out, and thats the sensory overtload of cheap cologne, cigarettes and booze that come together in a combination to give every bar it's own character.
i found myself a good seat at the back bar next to my co-workers were i could chat and people watch at the same time. it was a perfect seat. but it got so packed that it literally took twenty-minutes to get a beer. and in drunk time that like an hour.
then a stripper came up to me and introduced herself. i guess i was the mark. i am jack's fading sense of self-esteem. she was very pretty, dark hair, about 5'4", pretty smile and eyes, petite. she told me her "name" was roxanne and asked me who i was hear with. i hate small talk but i liked talking to her, what straight guy wouldn't. but this is when my stupidity comes out in full splendor. i could not, for the life of me think of anything good to say. back in my younger years it'd just be, "hey, wanna go out to my car and do some blow", but things are different now and so am i. i asked her how long she worked here, and she responded, "oh, were down to the boring questions already?" i am jack's shrinking head.
as i'm thinking this the guy next to me, who it turns out is one of the owners of flo has four girls around him and there laughing and joking and shaking there tities in his face and i look down and he's got little folded up twenties he's passing to them every couple of minutes. hmmm...this means something, i'm just too drunk right now to figure it out. wait a minute, i'm drunk! and i've only had four beers, what the fuck! oh yaaa...i forgot to eat today..that happens sometimes. i still can't believe i work around gormet food all day and i still forget to feed myself. anyway, i'm sure that guy is a nice dude and i wish him the best.
meanwhile my friend has bought me a dance from roxanne, and its very anticlimactic, but whatever, where's the girl with wings?
by my eighth beer im ready to go, and i don't feel to good and i just get up and leave without saying bye or nothing. it's too loud and i'm to lazy to yell. but i stop and buy a round for my friends on my way out. the guy working the hotdog stand outside yells, "support your local hotdog vendor!" i was out of money so there wasn't much i could do.
i wake this morning with blade 2 credits rolling and a half eaten sandwhich next to me. roxanne or angel wing girl would've been nice.
Mmmm,I share the pain.