P Is For Porno

So I had a couple of amazing blog posts to do for you all, but I got fucked up and forgot them. This is what happens when you are as much of an alchy as I am. Oh, and some guy at the new hotel keeps sending me all these things to print out for him that I think I might just keep: Drink recipes. Some of them even look pretty good.

Speaking of the new hotel, I really like it so far. The front desk staff is very competent, friendly, and laid back, as is most everyone else I have met. It's interesting to know that my AGM does more drugs than I do. The system is a simpler remake of one I used to use, so I just jumped right on in on that. The biggest irritation is the fact that they don't have credit cards integrated into the system. It might be an older property, but it's very well kept up, and half the rooms have an amazing view of the space needle.

As for my other things, the bar is still going well, of course. Progress with Mala has gone interestingly. I got really drunk one night and hit on her perhaps a bit more blatantly than I needed too, but now she seems to be fairly interested, but a little unsure of what to do about it. I love the beginning parts of a seduction I really shouldn't do. In that same line, I am also looking to see who at the new property I want to work my magic on. So far there is one girl in accounting that's a smoking hot little Asian with just enough of an accent to light me up a little, and all the girls at the front desk are cute, but way off limits because I am their boss. We'll see if there is anyone in house keeping or the restaurant that is worth my time. Oh, and there is another chick at the bar who might be interested, but she wants me to grow a full beard. That's not happening, no matter how hot she is, or how cool her dog is. Also, on Friday night there was another really cool, hot chick that was hanging around outside with me for a fair portion of the night. I think she'll be back for some more of the Cox; they always are. And while I might be seeing Jenny a bit more often than I should, at least this way I stay out of trouble from spending too much time at the bar trolling for sluts to take home.


One more drastically important thing occurred yesterday. As a welcome gift from my new boss at the new hotel I got a porno mag that had been found in one of the rooms. Granted, they really don't help me, and I don't masturbate, so normally it would only be a kinda funny story, but because this is me, other weird things happened that mattered. Simone and I only have the one house key so far, and because I got home before she did yesterday I was locked out. This wouldn't have been a big deal if I had had something to read other than that porno mag. Like I said, the mags don't do much for me, but you'd have to be dead to not get a little horny after spending 40 minutes flipping through one. The only things that kept me from going straight to the bar to kill time, or get laid was that I didn't want to go out wearing my work clothes, and I had to work at 6am. So instead I ended up horny and had to call Jenny to come over, which she didn't manage to do. Guess I'm going to the bar tonight. It's been a week and a half since I dumped a load, I can't wait that long. Granted I've been laid a couple times in that time, but I haven't finished. I can't take much more of this, I need to get laid.