October 24, 2004

  • I was part of the catering crew at the customer appreciation party at this shop tonight.  there were SCADS of people and I had a GREAT time.  my arms are a little shaky from carrying a tray all night, but DAYUM, I feel good… and yes, in a james brown sorta way.


    there were five of us and things went so fast.  all the customers were so happy.  it was cool.  they had a pianist and he and I had a quick chat about ellington.  there was only one obvious shithead there and he hit on ALL of us.  he tried to corner me in a broomcloset, the bastard.  earlier when I offered him cheesecake he made a clear reference to performing oral sex.  ew.


    Minda asked if I needed to get back right away (I drove in with her… it was out of town) and I said nope, I had nothin’.  she said they usually dropped by the post office before going home and would I be up for that.  I thought, okay, that’s a little odd, but sure… maybe they have a coke machine.  turns out she meant the tavern across the street!  it’s called the post office!


    they had karaoke, but we sat in the back.  we had such a fun time!  I only had a cup of coffee but boy was I up!  one time I turned around and a guy behind us was standing there in his red boxers with his pants around his ankles.  I just turned around and continued the convo.  later a guy from that group came up and leaned in really close as he handed me a pen and pad and drunkenly, and at great repetitious length, explained that he wanted us to write down what we thought they were all wearing under their clothes… because they had already done that with us.  and we’re just kind of looking at him like, uh, you’re not serious, but he kept explaining and explaining, so I took them just so he’d go away.  he was attractive enough, but totally bombed.  we ended up leaving while his back was turned.  as one of the girls pointed out, it was creepily pathetic but what put it over the top was his wedding ring.


    what a fun time.  I’ve not had so much fun working since the smoke shop.  big smile.

Comments (25)

  • This sounds like pure triumph! Happy for you!

  • thanks!   I stopped to talk to the pianist because he’d been playing ‘dont’ get around much anymore,’ which I love.  this morning in my weird dream I was sitting by the mediterranean drinking a cafe latte singing ‘don’t get around much anymore.’  then in my dream I walked to an open air wine bar and the singer was singing guess what?

  • I am happy for you lady!! WOO HOOO!  You need more fun nights.

  • Sounds fun… Was he singing a Lyle Lovett song?

  • Kick ass! Good times. i totally would’ve played along, but then would’ve discribed their little dicks in great detail and handed the piece of paper back to them.

  • Nice. I’m glad it was fun.

    I wondered what the hell you were referring to as well,when you mentioned the post office.

    Hey, can I write down what I think *you’re* wearing under your clothes ?

  • Sounds like great fun…

  • Cause when thinking about cheescake, oral should always come to mind….(?!)

  • Ahh the single life?

    Steve

  • Yeah!  that sounds like a great time.

  • Sounds like great fun. I hope you get more of it

  • Good for you! Get out there and have some fun…I’m glad you’re job made you happy. Mine so totally blows right now, gotta get a real teaching job soon or go goofy.

  • can I admit I am totally bummed I didn’t get to hang with you?

  • So what did you sing?… Don’t tell me you went to karaoke and didn’t sing… That just will not do….

  • Aw, I’m soooooo glad that you had so much fun!!  You deserve it!!!

    Have you ever read Scarlet Feather? 

  • yes, yes tone loc does have a hot voice.

    gin with a nun…i should try that some time. Know any? And glad you hate autumn too…don’t you hate all the people that say “oh but autumn is my favorite time of year, it’s soo pretty”…blah!

  • I hope you keep having fun like this!

  • Note to self: When a hottie caterererer offers you cheesecake, it is/is not the time to bring up oral sex.  Gotcha!  Check.

    So glad you had a good time.  What the fuck kind of bar allows patrons to go about with their pants around their ankles?!?!  And um, btw, I’m wearing my blue tights w/ big red S under my clothes.  Well, I would… were I wearing clothes. *snicker*

    Love you Lara girl,

    Timothy

  • And also?  I think I’ve been in that shop… or at least one of the many like it back when I escorted tour groups up to Leavenworth for the Christmas season.

  • I are.  I are!!!

  • Keep having fun!

  • seems like you’re gettin’ around a bit more, ey! and ‘the post office’ cracked me up. 

  • Your articles and contents are inspirational.
    Robot Coupe

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