Honoring Jesus

Friday night I worked again. Another slow night. Better tips, though, so at least the people that did come in were not AS cheap. I did not see many come in that I was particularly interested in, myself.

At one point, this drunk chick came up and asked me to hold her drink. I wouldn't. I also noticed she had no wristband. Her story morphed from she had no idea, to I didn't give her one, to some "black-haired guy" was at the desk when she came in. She also insisted she came in at 9:38 exactly. I said no she didn't. I had noted much earlier in the evening that the first paying customer walked in the door at 10:15. I would have noticed her coming in at 9:38. So, I checked her ID and asked for $5 cover. She said she spent all her money on drinks, and didn't have $5. I just gave her a wristband. She asked if I was single. I said yes. She asked if I was "really" single, or just single "right now". I said I was "really really single". She claims to have a friend (Mike) who is tall dark and handsome (Armenian, model, the whole thing), likes me, and is too shy to say so. I do not know where this person was, because she left with a group of girls. No guy in sight, much less a hot one. We'll see if she ever shows up again, or if this model friend shows up.

The cop who is stationed up front by the door all night, is completely straight, and seems somewhat uncomfortable the entire evening (needs those fun gel inserts from Dr Scholls I guess), turned to me after drunk chick walked away and said, "So, you got a date tonight!" Yeah, right... If only.

The hot Brazilian that gave me the "ewwww troll" look was there again. Same friend was with him, so I'm guessing they are together. They act somewhere between the line of friends and boyfriends, so I'm not completely sure. The friend was nice, and smiling, so on their way out at the end of the night, I tossed out a "Boa Noite!" Then I went on to getting the coat for the next person. "Boa noite" means good night, so I was expecting that to be the end of it, but they were still standing in the door, and the friend said "boa noite" back. OK, I said goodnight, they said it back, I kept doin' my thing. They still stayed in the doorway, and he called out again, "Boa noite". I thought it was odd, but realized they were waiting for a reply, so I said "Tchau". Sounds and means the same as the Italian "Ciao", so when you say it to people, they all understand. That seemed to satisfy them, so they left.

Saturday morning I went to the grocery store to get supplies to finish out my cherry cheesecake, and make a lasagna. The store was insanely busy. But I got everything I needed. Went home and made puffs. The pastry shells like cream puffs or eclairs are made with. They are really easy, but my oven decided that today was not my day to make puffs. I checked on them 10 minutes EARLY, and they were all black and billowing smoke. Nice! So, I shut off the oven, plugged the vent, opened the window, and headed back to the grocery store. Picked up two ready crusts and some cherry pie filling. My original idea was not working, so a quick Plan B had to suffice. Luckily the store was not quite as insanely busy. Finished off the cheesecakes, and headed to a party.

I also got a text from Leonardo on Saturday. It was one of those annoying chain messages that used to be a popular email thing. Something about how wonderful friendship is, and if you are a "true friend" then you'll bounce the message back to the sender. As the cellphone company collects lots of fees... I was about to delete and forget, when I decided to write back: "But you were the one who pushed me away". I did not hear back.

The party was fun. We played Balderdash. I was one point behind the winner, and I gave him the point by voting for his entry. Dammit!!! Brad and Cris were there. Cris asked if I was going to the club to dance. I said yes. Brad went home to sleep (or WoW). Met up with a couple friends there, and danced my little heart out. Junior was there, as well, in a cute Captain America shirt. I had him show Daemian, who FLIPPED out. But mostly, I didn't pay any attention to Junior, so he kept grabbing me to dance with him. Soooooo predictable. But at the end of the evening, he was making out with some skanky ugly Brazilian guy. Yes, there are actually Brazilians I find less than attractive... Mr "ewwwww troll" was there again, with same friend/BF. Cris introduced us (I already knew his name, and he recognized me) so I guess I entered the realm of tolerable humans. He was even willing to converse with me! He was also surprised (?) that I know a little Portuguese.

The straight twin dancer was working again that night, too. I got a little chat time in with him, and even managed to slip TWO you-should-come-over-sometime comments into the conversation without sounding creepy!! One related to the awful manner in which he "dances". I offered to help!

The guy that was there two weeks ago and got Cris's and my phone numbers came as well. He had actually texted me earlier to see if I'd be there. I imagine Cris got a similar message. His name is Chris. (WITH an 'h' - easy to keep track!) He danced with us all night, and tried introducing us to his friends. They kind of didn't want to join in, stayed on the side, stood around drinking. I am guessing that is why Chris wanted to join our group, because he was a dancing maniac. Fit right in with Cris and me.

Leonardo was there, too. He was also with some friend who may or may not have been a BF. Hard to tell from their interaction, especially since I was making a point of not watching closely, for fear of having it look like I was pining. I did smile and say hello. He reciprocated. No comment about the text...

Sunday I picked up Daemian, then made the lasagna. I had mentioned I usually make cheese lasagna, and he said he likes meat ones, so I had picked up a little ground beef and italian sausage to add in. Ronny came over, as well. There was a little too much meat, so the lasagna was not saucy, but I don't like saucy, and it tasted great. Ronny said the cheesecake was the best one he had EVER had. We made a comment about watching a movie, and someone mentioned "The Passion" in an "It IS Easter" reference. So, I pulled out my South Park DVD of "The Passion of the Jew" - the episode where they all see Mel's movie, Cartman starts up the 'final solution' while Kyle organizes a mass apology, and Stan and Kenny go to Malibu to get their admission money back from Mel directly and find out he's cuckoo. The disc also includes child molestation episode where Father Maxie tried to convince the Vatican to ban molesting boys, while Cartman gets the whole world to start shoving food up their ass and poo'ing out their mouths (includes an hysterical scene of Martha Stewart taking a Thanksgiving Turkey!). Finally, it has the episode where Cartman starts a Christian rock band to win a bet against Kyle (for $10) to see who can earn a Platinum Album the fastest, while Kyle and Stan go on strike to protest illegal downloading. Not particularly kind to Catholics or Christians in general. We followed that up with the Warner Bros Studios mass market release of gay softcore porn: 300. Talk about sins of the flesh!! Of course, the graphic novel (no, I haven't read it) that the movie is based upon depicts them all naked. I'm guessing that was a little TOO softcore for the producers to deal with, so we ended up with leather speedos.

Then I get a text from my Girl Gone Green friend: "We're drinking beer and playing pool in honor of Jesus!" That was funny! Tip your glass and offer a cheer to the big J-C!