I Am So Going To Hell

One of the best things about working in a hotel is the fact that I get to hit on tons of chicks and call it good customer service. I hit on pretty much every female who comes through the door. This includes hot chicks, ugly chicks, fat chicks, old women, underage girls, married girls, chicks with boyfriends, and chicks here for bachellorette parties. This works out in my favor most of the time. However, sometimes it doesn't work out the way it should.

For instance, a week or so ago there was a bachelorette party down from Canada staying at the hotel. A bunch of hot, fun, drunk chicks. My kind of party. One of them got my number before I got off of work and everything. But did I get my roof and bedroom swamped with smoking hot drunk chicks waiting to sexualy abuse me? No. Why not? Because drunk chicks shouldn't write a phone number on their hand before they go to the bar. And because I didn't think to tell the night girl that if they came back to the desk looking for me to give them my number. So when they did, she didn't. Cockblocked. I hate that.

In other news, Seattle is usually pretty good to me. I love it here. I get to longboard all over the place as long as I watch out for taxis, and I have some great places to drink. I get to meet lots of "interesting" people too. Walking back from the bar the other day I got to meet a bum. Or the cabby who kept trying to convince Mario's girlfriend that she needed to have babies. Or the dumb ass at the WarRoom with his fucked up ass hat friend who would have cockblocked me that night if I had had the necessary energy to actually have game. It takes a lot of energy to pull one chick out of a sixteen girl bachelorette party. Or at least it does when the one you are after is the Maid of Honor. And the one behind her in line. And the one behind her. And all the rest of them. And maybe the Bride to be too. Yup, going to hell.