It Might Take A While...

I think that, in video games, when someone casts a sleep spell on your character they should be hit with a turkey. Alright, that might be a little nerdy for some of you to understand, but lets just stick with the fact that turkey makes me tired just like everyone else. The next time someone (other than me) says they need to go to sleep, just slap them with a turkey.

I hadn't realized how long it had been since I updated this. I'm not sorry, I'm just busy as Hell. You know, Hell is getting busier all the time; all those dead hedonists. Pretty much since the last update on what I have been up to I haven't had much rest. I am in the middle of working an eight day stretch of ten hour shifts at my soon to be finished job, I've started at the new hotel for a couple days, I've worked the door at the bar a few times, and on top of all of that I'm also moving. Oh, and don't forget Thanksgiving. You would think that with all of this going on even I wouldn't have time to screw around and get drunk as hell and do stupid shit, in which case you would be wrong.

Working at the bar is fucking awesome. I might not be able to drink on shift, but after shift is party time. On the nights I have worked there, I haven't left the bar earlier than 5:30 am. Nor have I left sober. We kick almost everyone out at 2 am, and then with some of the regulars and all the staff we get fucked up. We smoke, smoke, and drink the rest of the morning while we actually do work. There's this little Asian chick who comes in almost entirely for the after hours stuff named Mala. Interesting girl, really cute, kicking body, but FUCKED up teeth. Can't decide if I want to fuck her or not. Really, her teeth kinda scare me, but as long as she's not trying to bite me with those weird ass things, I might be able to handle it. Or I can just get really fucked up and then fuck her; I'd never notice then. One of the other things that rules about working there is the 50% discount on drinks. It's not all drinks, but it's all the ones that I drink. Oh, and my job is just cool. Mario is convinced that my job encourages one thing: abuse of power. Think about it. I control who does, and who doesn't get into the bar. Hot chicks always get in as long as they are legal. Their boyfriends.... sometimes they get in, sometimes they don't. Or ID'ing the girls that just came out for a smoke so that I can have an extra minute or so to hit on them, and enjoy the eye candy. Yes, this job is perfect for me.

Saturday night I got a fair bit more fucked up than I meant to. After I got off work at the hotel, I walked up the street (still in my work clothes, tie and all) and started working the door. I've never seen that place so crazed. Even Halloween, and Bumbershoot were tamer than Saturday night. We had pretty much run out of glasswear a couple of times, so the bartenders were making gin & tonics in Duchess glasses (it's a damn goblet for a particular beer). God only knows how many beer bottles and glasses were broken that night, but I'm the one who sweapt them all up. After that I just sat down to get fucked up. Smoke a J with the bartenders and some of the regulars, throw back a few shots, and work at keeping up with B-Rad for drinks. Unfortuneately, I actually did keep up with B-Rad. Even when he tried to climb up on the bar and yell to the four other people in the bar that he was trashed. At this point I realized I was worse off than he was since I had matched him drink for drink, but he didn't smoke anything. The hangover the next day really bit.

I really don't have much else to update you all on. I try to stick to the exciting things, but really not much has been happening. Thanksgiving I saw my family. I'm finally all moved to the new place, but not unpacked. I don't have internet there, so I am going a little crazy. When I get off work tonight I think I'm gonna go get fucked up.

As always, don't do anything I would do.