Friday's Big Event

The Chrysler dealer in town was bought out by the Dodge dealer in town, and I got a letter from them saying I was in the customer database, so I was invited to check out their inventory clearance sale. Called a friend, to see if he'd want to wander around with me and see if they actually had decent prices on stuff.

This 2008 convertible was sitting there, looked nice, but didn't have a price on the window, so I asked. Well, they didn't just tell me the sticker price, they "ran all the numbers" and gave me a monthly payment. I made him give me the actual numbers, then brought him down a couple thousand. He asked if I would buy the car at the lower price, and I said sure. Signed couple forms, swapped keys, and drove away. Zero money out of pocket, and my monthly payment is $50 less.

My friend just sat there gaping at me. "I can't believe you just bought a car." I was rather even-tempered through the whole thing. Even the salesman was surprised at how ... unemotional I was about it. Those of you who know me, won't be so surprised!

Delay

I was not home Friday night. Details soon to follow. Here's a hint, as well as this week's hottie!

Interesting

I had an interesting evening on Friday. I took off from the club job to go to a big birthday party for a couple friends. I had been asked to make birthday cake, so I asked if they wanted traditional, or any cake. They said any cake. I made lemon poppyseed cake, and a death by chocolate (people were swooning).

Cris was there, so I asked him if he still had Mateus's number. He said no. Then proceeded to tell Brad about seeing Mateus at Epic last Saturday. So, apparently Brad knew. Though, I suspect it was more of an after-the-fact confession to avoid issues. I will have to get back to Epic again some weekend to try again to get his number. Brad commented that a relationship with Mateus wouldn't last long, and I said I was fine with that!

Ronny came to the party as well. He and Cris had not been speaking for the past two months, so it was a good opportunity for them to patch things up. Which seems to have worked. That was nice, it was annoying to see those two ignoring each other.

And Junior was there, looking cute as ever. Someone made a comment about how attractive he was and he complained that he can never get anyone interested in him. I said I had been interested, but he turned me down. His response was "WHAT?!?" I said, "Oh, you knew I was interested!" And he said no he hadn't. Then the straight girl tried licking his belly-button, and the conversation dissipated.

A bunch of us decided to go to the club after the party. I did stop in at the townie bar down the street first, to see if my friend was still bartending, but he wasn't there, so we headed on over to the dance club. As we were walking, Ronny mentioned that Brad was being VERY flirty with him, and insinuated that if they were ever alone together, he would do things inappropriate. He then laughed and imagined he and Brad, while Cris and I hooked up. I said I didn't think Brad was aware I liked Cris. Ronny said Cris does, he had told Ronny. I said, well of course, I had told him one night, after a bit too much to drink. That means Cris did catch what I meant, and did not assume I misspoke.

We got to the club, and went inside. It was DEAD. But we danced anyway. That group is not going to pass up dancing! Junior was being stand-off-ish again. Then that guy Chris showed up, and started dancing with us, as well. All of a sudden, Chris and Junior are making out on the dance floor. I danced a little more with Cris and Ronny, then wandered around a bit. When I came back toward the dance floor, Junior was by himself, and Chris was dancing with Cris. Shortly after my return, though, Junior was back to making out with Chris. Shortly after that, Ronny decided he was tired, and wanted to go home, so we left. We both went around to say goodnight to people first. As I said goodnight to Junior, he gave me a big hug, and said "I like you very much." Slightly surprised, I replied "I like you very much, too." Then he just kind of LOOKED at me, still holding onto me. So, I said "Well, call me!" He said he would.

Heading toward the door, hottie guy John showed up. I haven't seen him since the night he announced he had no ID and I had to send him home. I stopped to say hello. Did say that unfortunately I was heading out, but that I was working on Saturday, so I'd be there, and would enjoy seeing him again. He said he wasn't heading into Boston, so he would come in. Yeaaaaaa.

Saturday night I worked at the club, covering for Danielle, who had taken my Friday shift, and had a big concert to go to, and had asked me take her shift. It was fairly slow, not many Brazilians, either. I had taught Eddie how to make a Swedish Fish that week, so I had not only my usual Stoli Raz & Sprite, but a Swedish Fish, as well. Hottie John never showed up. Dammit. So, ended up hanging out after hours with Daemian and Eddie. Had another Stoli Raz, and another Swedish Fish.

Sunday, Ronny wanted to hang out. We did a little shopping, then headed to Uno's for dinner. It's next to the Coldstone, so the ice cream was the real intent. Invited Daemian to join us. Ronny also wanted to go see Forbidden Kingdom, but I wasn't that keen on that idea. But as we started nibbling on our ice creams, Brad called me back and said he and Cris had been hanging out with Junior all day, and were thinking of going to a movie. I mentioned our situation, so they came down to where we were, and we all went to see Forbidden Kingdom. Junior was distant, again. The movie was blah. All these flying people martial arts movies get kind of repetitive.

Didn't sleep well that night. I had a strange dream about my father being some evil Bond-villian type that was trying to take over the world. My problem was that he took all the cars as part of the invasion he was launching (not sure who it was against), so I was gonna be late for work. We all have our little problems...

Money money money Money

I got my refund check today from Uncle Sam. Tax time is so exciting! Flush with cash that was mine all along... So, have fun!

Epic

Well, this weekend was exciting - for a change!

Friday night, I was at work, of course. Attendance was the highest we've seen in two months, though by only 10 more people. And the weather is finally getting mild, so there are fewer people using the coat-check. Vinnie was in a Foul mood when I first got there. But acting surprised at that would be like sticking your hand in a roaring fire, then acting surprised that it hurt.

The fun part came around 10pm or so. It was still early, and we were still very slow. Bolton showed up (the belligerent drunk from last week), with a big loud obnoxious straight girl. Bolton was trying to be flirty, so they chatted a bit. She mentioned how hot the guy working at the bar next-door is (straight bar), but that he's not into her, because he "has a thing for hot Brazilians". She even left it in the non-gender form. I quickly jumped on the opening and replied, "Oh, I understand! I have a thing for hot Brazilians, too!" Oh, the look of shock, offense, and anger swirling across Bolton's face was priceless!! They went in for a drink, and he didn't try pestering me. They did come back on their way out, of course. She headed out the door, and he stopped by to ask me if I wanted his phone number. I said, "... No." More shocked offense. He missed a beat, then said I was mean, and could have at least said Yes and thrown it away after he left. I just kind of shrugged. He did not leave happy. I'm a bad employee...

Matty turns to me, and says he was right, I was mean, I could have said yes and pitched it after. I just gave him a raised-eyebrow look. He paused a second, then conceded that the result of that would have been for Bolton to come in the following weekend, all saccharine and annoying, asking me why I never called. As I have said before, I am not fond of Games. I meant NO, so I said NO. Whatever.

Saturday, my friend Nish had some gay activist ceremony to go to for work (LONG story) at the Hyatt in Boston, so he had asked if I wanted to meet up with him afterwards and go to Epic, at the Roxy. That's THE gay club on Saturday, apparently. I said sure. As Saturday evening rolled around, I started feeling lazy, and was enjoying the Taye Diggs movies playing on Oxygen. So I was contemplating bailing on him, but decided it would be good for me to get out to Boston again. Missed the last half hour of The Best Man, but I put on my cute little red Guess shirt that I "got" from Shirtless Confused Brazilian a few months ago, the cute jeans Ronny gave me as a gift while we were together, and my brown steel-toe Doc Martins. I didn't shave, which along with the buzzed haircut, gives me a certain Wentworth Miller look! (deluded, I know) Grabbed some money, and headed to Boston. I pulled in to the Natick travel plaza to pee, and Nish calls. "What are you doing?" I said I was about to go pee. He got a little bit upset and asked why I wasn't coming to Boston! I clarified that I was about to pee at the travel plaza, and he calmed down a bit. (I did that on purpose.) Got into town, and circled around Tremont a little. I found an open meter spot, and parked. Met up with Nish and Daniel, and went to the Roxy!

I had told myself to smile, enjoy myself, and project confidence. I know what my issues are, and I was trying to work around them! As we turned from coat check to head into the fray, a cute latino guy caught my eye and smiled at me! I smiled back, with the appropriate lingering gaze. But he rather Screamed Bottom, so I didn't make a big deal out of it. We got drinks (SO much more expensive than I'm used to!!) and stood there taking in the scene. I saw a cute guy walk past, then realized - Oh My Gawd - it was Mateus! The long-time followers of this blog may remember Mateus from ages ago. Another friend in that group of Brazilians that I totally had a thing for. So, I ran after him, called out his name. He didn't recognize me at first, but did say I look VERY different than the last time he saw me. Quite true. He would really only have seen the preppy, shaved, with-hair look. He was touchy and friendly, and said yea we should meet up sometime. He said he's single, and he would definitely give me his phone number. Dumbass me had left it in my jacket - now in coatcheck - assuming I would have NO need for my phone while I was dancing!

I went back over to Nish, and we headed onto the dance floor. There was this cute, short, muscley guy that caught my attention. To my surprise, as he walked past, he leaned over and kissed me. I said to Nish, "I don't know him!" Nish replied, "Whore!" I laughed! And I kept smiling! It was suddenly getting easy to smile and have a good time!! As we continued to dance, I looked over and saw who I thought looked like Cris. I asked Nish if he thought it was Cris, and he asked "Chris who?" I said the one from Brad and Cris. Nish said "Oh Brad and Cris are here?" I said, "NOooooo..... just Cris!" He didn't quite catch the implication and ran over to say hi. Cris was not especially pleased to see us, but said hello and introduced us to his ... friends. One was Davis, the big ugly obnoxious one that I have loathed for quite some time now. Then Cris quickly decided to 'walk around' and left. He basically avoided us like SARS victims all night. Nish asked me if I thought Brad knew Cris was there. I said my guess was that Brad thought Cris was 'at his sister's house'.

Then Nish pointed a guy in a white shirt somewhat across the room, and asked if that was some guy from my club. I looked for a couple seconds, and was like, Oh My Gawd - it was Marcelo. As in Mr I'll Call You Tomorrow. I went on a fruit-loop to see if I could track him down and say Oh Hi, but I did not see him again all night. Kept seeing short muscley guy, and smiling, waving, flirting, dancing in his general direction. At one point we even made out briefly. He had a nice tight ass, too. In my travels, I saw Mateus a couple times, but he was tightly tied into his group of friends, and getting progressively more drunk. Then, as I squeezed past some tall broad-shouldered hot shirtless guy, he grabbed my butt. I was Popular!! Of course, by this time I was starting to wonder if my attire was throwing off too much of a Top vibe. I know, I know, it seems incomprehensible to even say that, but who knows.

They had like 4 go-go boys, and three shot boys. The shot boys were done up in tight little baseball outfits, very nice. The dancers ran a spectrum of black to brown to white. I - surprise! - liked the brown and black the best. Particularly the brown... Which leads back to Mateus. He left early. After getting our coats back from coatcheck, I wanted to grab his number, but they all had left already. I did see the latino guy from when I first came in. He smiled and winked again. I reciprocated. But I was rather upset that I missed Mateus.

I have to ask Cris if he still has Mateus's number. If I don't tell Brad about EVERYONE that I saw there that night, Cris would at Least owe me a phone number!

I got back to my car, and found a parking ticket. I was thinking I was at a meter spot on Tremont, so didn't even pay attention, but I was actually on Shawmut, right where Tremont takes a sharp turn and turns INTO Shawmut if you don't follow the bend. And Shawmut is metered during the day and resident only at night. So, I spent $40 on parking! Which explains how I found a meter spot so close without fighting anyone.

I need to go to Boston more often again. I would rather make a weekend of it, though. Head out earlier on Saturday, meet up with friends, hang out, go to dinner, then go clubbing, crash in town, maybe do brunch, eventually head back home later on Sunday. Drive in, dance, drive home just gets too obnoxious. I even spent $7.20 just on tolls. If I had Mateus's number...

Spring is close

I had the top down this week! Briefly... We hit nearly 70 on Thursday afternoon. Of course, Sunday night's forecast says Snow. Ughh. But if we focus on the 70. And the sunshine! It will get here. It has to.

So, time to open the windows, and let the warm breezes in! Or hot guys. Whatever happens through your window...

Same old

We had lousy weather again this weekend. So, we were dead Friday night. Saturday night wasn't great either, but it was at least better than Friday. There also wasn't really anyone in on Friday night that I was interested in - well, other than Junior, who won't. This one guy, however, was enamored with me. We'll call him Bolton. He was not UNattractive, but not my type, and no Zing. And, yes, he was white. And was noticeably intoxicated after his first drink from our bar. He was getting a little touchy-feely. Normally I'd have switched into full-bore bitch mode, but I was bored, and it has been a while, so I was kind of absorbing the accolades. Unfortunately, we had an audience. The cop found the whole thing quite entertaining. And Daemian was MORE than willing to join in. So, as I was trying to keep Bolton to a social level of attention, I had those two giggling like school girls in the background. I'm guessing Daemian mentioned something to Eddie (who normally isn't there on Friday's but there was a switch in the schedule this week), the bar supervisor, because he came up at one point and told the guy to leave the employees alone. I think Daemian was instigating, because at one point a little later I get an angry text from Eddie asking if I gave Bolton my phone number. I of course had not. As we were forcing people out the door, he asked if he could follow me home. I said No. He got clingy, so security forced him out the door. He got bitchy about that. I had already told him to be nice to the security. So, belligerent drunk is way not my type. He hung around outside the club for quite a while, waiting for me to come outside. But since Eddie was supervisor that night, we ended up hanging out at the bar until 4am. So, he was long gone by the time I left. The incident is nearly memorialized already, though. God forbid I should actually hit it off at the front door with someone I AM interested in...

Saturday I met up with some friends and played Hero Quest all day. We had a lot of fun. And pigged out on junk food. I of course was the one who supplied the junk food, but you can't just blame the dealer for the junkie's addiction! (Sidebar: I think Jen knows Joe has a thing for Brad.) That night I met up with Nish, and a new friend of his to dance the night away at the club. I think it is work related, but not completely sure. The guy gave me two kisses goodnight as they left. He stayed at Nish's house that night. I called Sunday for details, but got a vague nothing response, so assume he was still there at the time.

Leo was there; I said hello and kept walking. Diego was there, lookin yummy (formerly known as "Mr. Ick You're a Troll"). He said hello, without so much as a wince! Cris was on the dancefloor with us, as well. I was looking pretty good, too, that night. I hadn't shaved, and had a cute shirt on, and with my buzzed head was getting a few positive responses. The other staff especially was vocal about it. Of course, I brought in a whole bag of cookies (I am a dealer!), so they would have been gracious anyway. The guy with the near-identical twin at my gym was also there. We'll call him Twin, I guess. Twin gives me a lengthy look when he replies to my greetings, so I am not sure his deal, but he always arrives with the same guy, and they stay quite close to each other the whole time, so I'm guessing he's taken. Sigh... I was dancing with Cris at one point, and some Brazilian chick came on the floor, so Cris was all up in that. He loves to dance with girls. Not sure the draw. He then had to introduce her to everyone else on the floor (all Brazilians except me). Suddenly her friends appeared out of nowhere, and two of them were all over me shoving their asses at me, and being all booby and eywwww. I kept trying to avoid them, and ended up moving over close to Cris to dance more with him. All of a sudden the first chick and Cris are obviously talking about me, then the girls discuss, then the ass and booby ones come over to me. "Are you Gay??" Dumb-struck. I of course said YEAA. Now it was their turn. "Oh my gawd, we thought you were Straight! Are you Sure you're gay?" What?? Am I SURE?? "Trust honey!" With a flick of the wrist in diva formation. How can this be?? I know I used to flame out a lot in college, and have been much more subdued for a while, but Damn. Straight???? Am I really sending off those vibes? Is that why none of the guys approach me? Is that why I keep hookin' bottoms on Match?? Do I need to Gay It Up??

I think I have been rather duty-minded while at the front door. I just have never been good at small talk, so flirty never comes out right for me. I tend to be too direct. "I'm interested in you." "I want to kiss you." I've been scolded for not playing the game enough. Any time I have tried being 'subtle' it goes completely unnoticed, so that's why I just go for broke, and skip the Parcheesi.

I mentioned to Cris that I like Diego. He said Diego has a boyfriend. I said, yea, but he's not interested in me anyway. Cris said Diego's not interested in anybody. (I wonder if that means Cris tried, too.)

I didn't stay past close, just went home. Alone. Again...

It's OK

A friend linked me to a song by Tomboy called OK2BGAY. The youtube version suggested I'd also like the - uh - Harry Potter version. If you are a die-hard HP fan, and would be horrified by the blasphemy, don't watch. Or, as it says, watch until you're OK with it...

Buzzed

My hair was getting obnoxiously long and unruly, so I decided to buzz it all off with the clippers again. Today at work was a constant barrage of people commenting. This is NOT the first time I've done this. I have done the EXACT same thing to my hair I think twice before, both within the past year. Most of them were positive comments. Except the one guy who kept asking when my chemo was finished.

And I also wanted to mention that I got an invite in the mail to AmEx platinum. It has a $450 annual fee, but provides a lot of exclusive services and access. Most of it is travel related, so if I had a job with a real company that actually gave vacation time, then it might be more useful. Right now, I don't even have a use for free companion airfares. And I really want the black one, not the platinum... So, I pitched it.

In honor of my "new" haircut, I was looking for a pic to post that also had buzzed hair. I guess I never paid that much attention to the hair before, because I got a lot of them with short short hair. A few Parade posts already have buzzed heads. So, here's one more!

Cough

Another miserable weekend. Cold cold cold. It was cold outside (14°F), I had a cold, and love continues to offer up the cold shoulder. And I had to work. Friday night, at the club. And Saturday morning at the job-from-hell job. And Sunday went in to the club for a staff meeting. I left after the meeting, so it wasn't really work, but it was a time constraint on my day.

No one really worthwhile was there Friday night. Which was just as well, because I made a beeline for sleep the second we cleared the building. Saturday, I talked to Nish, and we agreed to meet up for dinner. Location was still TBD, though most likely Bocado - the tapas place owned by the Block5 people. Then Russell called to invite me to dinner. I tried to merge the two, but after an hour of phone calls, I just ended up meeting up with Nish, and his friends Vlad and Eva, at Bocado. Eva was late, so Nish, Vlad, and I walked into the restaurant and got a table. The waitress asked if we'd been there before. Nish said Oh yes, except for Vlad. She joked that we wouldn't tell him the 'secret' yet. Nish replied, "Oh, you mean about the stripping." In his mind, Vlad would have to strip. The waitress read it as they have strippers that come out, so she said something about having "him" come out later. Let's just say the waitress was surprised to discover that person number four was a girl. But we played up the stripper joke again, later, and asked the waitress when he was showing up. A few moments later one of the waiters came over (I had been eyeing numerous staff there, and this was one of them), introduced himself, and said our waitress had sent him over. We all bust out laughing! He got confused, so I said our waitress had promised us a stripper. He got kinda nervous, and when we laughed it off, he thanked us for not making him take his clothes off. Nish gave him a dollar, though, on our way out. It was my idea, and the guy thought it was funny! I should also point out, Vlad is straight.

After dinner, we ended up at Nish's and got into a rather deep conversation about religion. The participants were an atheist, a not practicing Christian, a not practicing Hindu, and a non-denominational 'spiritualist' who grew up in a post-communist country that was generally afraid of organized anything, including religion. The sword-fighting that one would imagine did ensue. But it was actually a good discussion. None of us were fanatical enough to take anything too seriously, so we could honestly discuss things, instead of devolving into bombast.

Then Nish and I went to the gay club!! He is in the midst of another break-up, separation, time off something with his long-time tumultuous BF. Nice guy, I really like him, but they have split up over the SAME issue 4 times, so I don't think it's going away. He was referencing Couples Counseling, and I was trying to talk him into Moving On. Again, I like the BF, Mark, but I think enough is enough. So, after a good hour of therapist work, we headed onto the dance floor and shook our respective groove thangs. I must confess, though, that at one point, as Nish was discussing what he wants out of a relationship, and why he thinks Mark is a rare combination of attributes, the fleeting thought ran through my mind that maybe Nish and I should... Yeah, no. That would be too incestuous. I met Nish and Mark as friends of Sergio's when I was with him. Come to find out that Mark and Sergio are exes. Then they became roommates (which freaked Nish for a while). It's too Melrose... And Nish has been with Mark (or figuring out whether or not to get back together with Mark) the entire time I've known him, so I've never looked at him as a possibility, so it's been way too long down the Friends path.

But Junior was there, with his ex. Strange night... We danced with them. Junior was awkward, but he always gets uncomfortable when he's there with his ex. They are friends, and just friends, but it's still a little tense.

And Leo was there, again, as well. I didn't actually even notice. I went up to say hello to one of the bartenders, and some guy leans over and says Hi. It was Leo, so I said Hi back, and then left. Didn't see him again the rest of the night.

Saturday night I had a nice sex dream! I was at what resembled a Vegas resort pool, just kind of hanging out. I mentioned at one point (I do not remember to whom) that I was having such bad luck attracting anyone. Next thing I know, I'm standing in the middle of a big conference room with this short chubby jovial latina match-maker woman. She's put together a 'viewing' for me. It was sort of like a X-rated reality show, only much faster. About two dozen really hot guys came into the room. All of them were fully dressed, except they each had their fly open and were at full hardon. Wuhoo! They ran the full spectrum of backgrounds, but as would be expected, I found myself most interested in a couple of the darker ones. I picked the lightest of the interest subgroup, and called him over to my side. I announced that anyone Paler than him was out, thank you for comin. Dropped to like 8 left. Then I announced only tops necessary. A few left. Then I asked any that weren't really interested in ME to go. Got it down to two guys. I decided not to choose. Had a fun little 3way! Oh if only life were like that! For me, anyway. I know some people actually do have lives like that...

Well, after that, Sunday could not possibly have anything exciting happen!

Raoul

I mentioned in an earlier post about a guy who reminded me of Raoul Bova. So, for those who weren't paying attention, I figured I'd post his pic. I have two, and can't decide which to post, so I'll go with both.

First up is a long-time favorite. In addition to him being yummy, the photo is stunning.



And this is one is fairly self-explanatory... ZZZZip

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!

Clever

Well, I can't really think of any clever tie-ins to match a theme of the week with my parade selection. So, we'll just go for the visual...

South Park...

I generally love to watch the show South Park. Tonight was the Britney Spears episode. It seems to have also played off the short story The Lottery, which I vaguely remember from high school English.

But overall, the episode was creepy. I understand that was kind of the point, but it had more "Good God..." moments than bust out laughing ones.

Just had to say.

Not as Exciting as Anticipated

Yea, surprise surprise...

So, here I thought I was going in early on Friday night to get bitched out. I was fully prepared to quit if it came down to anything ridiculous. But no, the truth, as seems to be the case in my life these days, was from more mundane. They were having a private party. But the owner still wanted to collect cover from them, so he wanted me to open the 'door' early.

A plain-clothes police detail stopped by to chat with the supervisor. Of course, the clothes and walkie talkies were not typical, so I had a feeling that was what they were as they approached. No big deal, either. They just gave some advice and warnings, and went on their merry way. We already have a police detail stationed, so I guess they ran out of things to worry about.

But that means we are supposed to be especially careful about checking ID. Nobody gets in without one. Especially if the cop is standing there at the time. The one hottie that I've had my eye on for some time came in, but went on about how he didn't have his ID with him, lost it at the club on Sunday, could I let him in anyway. As I said, with the cop watching, it's nearly impossible to be lenient. So, I had to turn him away. Dammit. I did get to flirt a little bit before he left though, so who knows, maybe next time.

After close, I met up with a couple of the staff for breakfast at a nearby diner. Sabrina was telling PTown stories, and we were all in stitches the whole time. The best one involved a tale of being witness to an interruption. A couple people chased a drunken friend down to the "dick docks" - semi-secluded space with lots of guys gettin' it on. Underneath a coastal dock. Sand, surf, old water-logged wood. As they were looking for their friend, a sudden loud "brrrrrrrrrrpppppppptttttttt" ripped through the muffled slurping sounds. The activity did not stop, pause, or even skip a beat. All the same, the storyteller mentioned getting a mental image of some guy rimming someone out, then turning in disgust as they got a warm face full of methane. In the tipsy state of mind he was in at the time, that image started a giggling fit. As would be expected, that environment is not fond of giggles. He tried to leave quickly, but was laughing too hard to see clearly, and couldn't find the path out. So, Saturday, the joke du jour was to make a farting sound...

Met up with Russell on Saturday. Ran to Lowe's. He helped me figure out what to buy to fix my leaky toilet. I helped him look at rugs. I was spotted by a club coworker who works at that Lowe's, too. I waved, but kept going. We went to a Vietnamese place for dinner, then he had to go home and back for a business trip to Vegas.

I worked at the club again that night. I was supposed to be floater - per the supervisor on duty. The back-door guy tried to convince me he was floater that night, but I dodged that one. Of course, I ended up covering for him for like 15 minutes, and then got stuck at the front door for a half hour, and missed the Shake Your Sheleleigh contest. (yea, I have NO idea how to spell that) There was one hottie there. Kind of like a latino version of Raoul Bova. There were two regulars (a short cutish latino and a tall older white guy, and they are a couple) who were apparently friends with him. I saw the latino friend out on smoking patio, while I was covering out there anyway, so mentioned I thought his friend was hot. Visiting from Boston ("figures"), really nice guy, really great in bed. I managed to say hello once when making eye contact, and then he avoided eye contact the rest of the night. See, that's how my life works. It wasn't as bad as the "go away troll" look I got a few months ago (oh, he was there that night, too - still hot), but still nice to know I am that repulsive...

After close, we were all hanging out again. The shot-boy - married, to a girl - was being rather flirty all night. I was trying to tell if was just the same flirtiness he shows everyone, or if it was out of the norm. They asked who that was I went to Lowe's with. I said just a friend. They were about to delve into detail, but - shiny object! - got distracted.

Sunday played WoW most of the day. Nothing exciting...

Drained

Work has sucked the living essence right out of me again this week. At my real job, the week ended up with the owner complaining I'm not getting my work done fast enough. Mind you, I have not had a chance to get to any of the tasks he had in mind because of the ceaseless barrage of daily shit. Just smile and say I'll get right on it! Ughh.

And it will only get better from there. Last night I get a text message from the owner of the club. He wants me to come in to work a half hour early tonight. Great. I'm assuming it relates to the lesbo-brawl from two weeks ago. I haven't gotten chewed out for that, and I did have a hand in it, even if I wasn't solely responsible. We shall see. I'm not too worried, because getting fired from that job wouldn't make any difference, really. But he is still a little light on staff (I have to cover this weekend on Saturday 'cuz Daemian went to PTown to hunt bears), so I doubt he'd actually do that. But I am so not in the mood for a drama scene.

I will post a lovely pic this week to cheer myself up! Hope you like it, too! I know, he is fully dressed, but still - yummm!

She...Is...MY...Girl

My dear friend Daemian (see link at right) posted a little comment about how Kristine W is his girl cuz he found a song he liked and discovered her. Like a week ago...
Well, I just needed to say that -I- have been a huge Kristine W fan since 1994. And this is the reason why:

Blowout

Friday night was another 'whatever' night. Nothing terribly exciting happened. Cris came in - sans Brad. He stopped by to tell me that Junior was coming. About 1.5 seconds later, Junior and Cristiano walked in the door. Junior gave me another generous kiss hello. And then I didn't see them again all night. I didn't even get to see them leave. I was busy with the coats. And I made SUCKY tips. As a percentage, it was the worst ever since running coat check.

Saturday I met up with two of my coworkers from the club at the Chinese buffet. Jody was late because he hit a bad pothole and blew out a tire on his way. We had very heavy rains that night, and a ton of minor flooding spots on the roads. I had a pothole, too, on the way down. As we left the restaurant, Jody complained that he would have to change his tire. I looked at my car and it looked suspiciously flat, too. Sure enough. Dead tire. So, we helped each other change our tires. He thought his spare looked a little weak, so I pulled out my pressure gage, and it was fine. I popped it on my (fullsize) spare while I was at it, and mine was dead. So, we ran it over to the gas station to pump it full. Jody thought it sounded like it was hissing. Great. I got home, rested up a bit, then headed to the club. When I got down to my car, it was already down to half pressure, so I stopped at another gas station to refill it again. I parked in front of the gas station, so when I left the club later, I would be able to just pull in and refill it again to get home.

When I left (like 4:30am), it was completely dead again. So Daemian helped me refill it, and off we went. In the morning I tried to call Russell to see if he still had his portable air compressor, so I could refill it again and get to the tire center. He didn't answer or call back. So I got ahold of Ronny. He came over, we put the first tire in his trunk and dropped it off. The guy said they might not get to it until Monday morning (that rainstorm masked a lot of potholes, and they were busy). But he called about 5:15 to say it was ready, so we picked it up and put it back on. Now I need to take the car in to get the spare fixed, and I have like two other tires that have been leaky, as well, so I have a lot of tire work that needs to be done.

Saturday night at the club was fun, though. Cris, Junior, and Cristiano all came again. Brad again did not - Cris said he had no money. So I got to dance. I danced mostly with Cris, which I enjoy because he is a very high-energy dancer, and it brings my level up, too. And I was going to miss Sunday morning's trip to the gym (no car), so the cardio was helpful! Junior of course was completely ignoring me. Since I was not tied to the front register, or otherwise unavailable, he didn't want to actually express any interest this time. Whatever. I have stopped expecting anything to happen with Junior, so it's more of an amusing diversion to watch his jealousy flip-flop.

There were a couple other guys there that were relatively cute. I was a little flirty, and some seemed to respond. The one that took my number, though, was one that seemed a little too bottomy, and I had only noticed because he was hanging out all night with one that I was truly interested in. But if they are in fact friends, then it wouldn't be a bad thing to infiltrate the circle! Assuming, of course, that he ever calls. He has my number, not the other way around. The stripper started chatting with me while I was back in the employee area and he was getting ready. I thought he was cute enough, so was chatty as well. At the end of the night, after commenting on the guy who took my number (who really wanted Cris, and I think took my number just cuz I was there) seeming like a bottom, I for some reason turned to the stripper to ask A) gay or straight? He said Bi, so I asked B) top or bottom (when in such situations)? He said Top, so I made a comment about at least there was ONE! As I left the room, I heard him say "I think he likes me" or some such thing, but with a noticeable drip of distaste to his tone. I ignored it. Whatever.

One of the guys I've been working on trying for on Match (yes, I know, too many prepositions) emailed through Match Sat afternoon to say he was getting out of work and wanted to come meet me that night. I called after watching the finale of Project Runway (I wanted Rami! I mean, I wanted him to win. Well, I wouldn't mind gettin it on with him either...) to let him know that I already had dinner plans but we could meet up LATER or on Sunday. He ended up calling back Sunday evening while I was at dinner with Ronny, so I didn't answer. He left a message saying he ended up going out with friends Sat night so didn't call back, but would talk to me soon. Whatever.

Sat night while we were hanging out, Daemian and I got on a WoW discussion, so Eddie said he's going to have to join. Sunday I stopped in to wish Matty a happy birthday, and Eddie held up the box. He bought the World of Warcraft set, and was going to install on Monday. The infection spreads. At this rate we could set up our own gay guild!

Dirty

For some odd reason, this morning I got the Rocky Horror tune "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me... I wanna feel DIRTY" stuck in my head. Not even sure where it spawned from, but there it was. It may have been my hottie little inspector. The weather is starting to warm up, so the clothing is getting slightly more revealing. Right now we are up to forearms, but I have a feeling I will do something stupid if I'm there for a summer outfit.

And I've been having some hard to recall flirty dreams this week. The first had some hot tanned muscley tattooed guy lean over shirtless so I could see down the slope of his back, as he commented on what an "exquisite back" he had. I of course replied that everything was exquisite! Then I had one that ended up with me shaving body hair off a Andrew Levitas looking cutie while he was relaxing in the bathtub. Oddly enough, the best part of that dream was the smell. I don't recall smells from dreams that often, but this one was sexy enough!!

So, in honor of Feeling Dirty, this week's hottie will be in need of a shower.

Annoying Girl-on-Girl Action

Friday night it snowed again. I was not terribly surprised that it was fairly slow at the club. A lot more people than last weekend, but still pretty slow.

At one point, this mid-40 lesbian shows up, with an older lady and a younger girl in tow. She said she couldn't find her wallet, so didn't have her ID, but Pleaded with me to let her in. I checked the younger one (daughter?), and she was over 21. In the fracas, I unintentionally forgot to ask the older one for an ID, but she had already been declared as the 40-something's mother. If a 60 year old is at a bar, you usually assume they are over 21, and don't worry about it.

Then, Mase and Tianna showed up. They were involved in the big lesbo-fight back in January, and the owner had put them on 'probation'. They came in, and I said they needed to talk to the owner before I could let them in. He was there at the time, so they went in to talk to him. The younger friend (cousin?) along with them stayed up front, so I checked her ID. She was over 21 as well. Shortly after, I saw the owner walking around, so i asked about Mase and Tianna. He said they were OK, but needed to pay the cover. They used to be on 'permanent guest list' but their poor choices had ruined that. He said he wasn't expecting them to 'last' much longer anyway. Meaning that he figured they would soon decide to just make a different bar their standard hang out.

Maybe all of 45 minutes later, there is a loud commotion. I finished up with the incoming customer before me (who seemed very intent on making me stop and join in the commotion). I looked around the corner and saw 5 staff members and 6 lesbians (plus one random guy) in a great ball of pulling and fighting and separating. Then the supervisor sends the other security guy to get the cops. I didn't see any point in joining in myself, and I am not supposed to leave the register (i.e. cash) unattended. Turns out the fight was between Mase and Tianna and the 40-ish woman I let in earlier. The 'mom' had been punched, but she was still telling us how much fun she had been having (prior).

Two cops come, get everything settled. An ambulance shows up. The mom is OK. Then the cop comes in to ask me why "Nobody in this club has an ID". Apparently, the mom didn't have one. And Mase and Tianna didn't have any, either. Literally, the only four people in the entire building without their ID's on them were asked for an ID by the cops. GREAT. They ask for the bar supervisor. He comes. They take his ID. He gets chewed out. He gives me recriminating glances and a 'you know better' comment.

In all honesty, I got very nervous when the cop started threatening to bring in the liquor board. I could care less if I get fired, and banned from working at a bar again. But if the liquor board shuts down the whole club, that would ruin a lot of people's fun, and a couple people's livelihoods. The 40-something asked to borrow my phone to call the police sergeant. She was on with him for a good 10 minutes. The cops were still irritated, and our supervisor was obviously still irritated.

Saturday, I heard the owner chewed out the sup' for sending for the cops. I did not get any phone calls, so I do not know how much he is or is not mad at me. It is possible that he didn't call to bitch me out because he knew that M&T were his own fault, and he also is aware of our lax enforcement with regulars who are WELL over the legal drinking age. As I said, the 60-something would not have been an issue ordinarily.

I also do not know if the sergeant did pull some strings on request of the woman who called from my phone. I would assume so, though, since Saturday and Sunday came and went without a word from anybody about anything, and the club was still open. I know it is a weekend, but I have a feeling the liquor board is willing to come in on the weekend to shut down a bar.

The rest of the weekend I relaxed. Visited a couple friends, made some phone calls, watched some movies. Did not go out. I have no good prospects for dates, or hookups, or anything. I admit I didn't put much effort into it this weekend, but I have put plenty in on other weekends with no results, so did not feel too bad just staying home and going to bed at a decent hour for once.