Alright, Still

enough's enough
is enough...

if you really want something done, you'll do it.

apparently it has been one month since i last updated...it's funny but in a sad way what happens when i wanna blog...when i have things to blog about i'm too busy to blog about them..and when nothing is going on i don't want to dump (even more than normal) crap out onto my pages...but thanks to my avid readers keeping up on me, and my guilty promises i am back once again to write another day.

when i miss a day that i feel everyone should hear about, i put everything on pause until i write that blog, which in most cases is never...and while doing so i neglect any future posts that may be as equally entertaining..all because i am behind....

it's like the boyfriend/husband who is coming home late because he was hanging out with his buddies, but before he walks in the door to find his angry wife, he walks around the block, trying to think of a legitimate excuse for his tardiness, all the while becoming more and more late in the process....it's a viscous cycle and i get sucked in the whirlpool of it right down the drain...

and for the past month of not writing i've been thinking of more posts, more things to write about, that just slip away...great stories, better quotes...all forgotten..just like everything else in life.

so i made a promise, a pinkie promise at that, that i would update by tonight..and if you know me, a pinkie promise is everything...funny how things i learned on the playground still apply today..so, as promised, here it is....hope you're enjoying...

nike had it right with their slogan, "just do it" - nothing could be further from the truth...if you want something accomplished, then do it..actions speak louder than words (funny, yes, i'm blogging words..but it's the act of the blogging..blogging the words...?) i've sat here and thought to myself, and said to myself that i need to blog..just like i need to workout..or do a dozen other things on my daily to-do list i have...but it's just me speaking the words, it's just me that the actions will help out..it's just me who gets yelled at...it's just me doing the yelling, if any...

so next time you ever have something to do..my advice...less talk, more work...just as prayer is useless to getting things accomplished, so is talking about it...

so here it is, a fresh start one month later..how did i get back from ElEh..what's this about a dog..who's this new love...what is the approximate dimensions of a jail cell....all these questions and more will be revealed at a much later date..till then stayed tuned ;-)










"it's only 6pm...i'm only three hours into my day! give me a minute..."

In El Eh

the city that never sleeps..

err, the sunshine state...

wait, eureka!

my time spent actually in El Eh was limited...i arrived Friday night and was at the apartment by 6pm, their time (real time, people time? not sure) during the course of my travels i acquired an appetite, who even knew what time it really was, my body was done questioning and just wanted answers..in the form of food.

i'm a fan of local fare (fair?) so the roommates brought me to one of their local favs, a place called Home...quaint little concept that i liked. it would be here that

I'm Baaaack...

From LA that is....
maybe to blogging as well...

but let's not get our hopes up...

el eh el eh...oh what a trip it was, but the time spent in el eh was actually relatively small, details to follow in another post..i left the midwest at noon eastern time friday...made a stop in st louis at the same time i departed..i love transcending time and space..two hour layover later i was back in the air...ughh, how i hate flying...mainly my panicking takes places from take off til about 10 minutes later when we are in the air...then i go to sleep overdosed on Dramamine and alcohol...it would have been awesome to have slept all the way to El Eh but the pilot kept interrupting my nap with *ding*Ahhhhh yeah, if you look out to your left you can see* i don't care...the last thing i want while i'm riding in a plane is to notice landmarks miles and miles below me....is that so when we crash i can say, oh, at least i got to see death valley...fuck that.

i land in El Eh and right off the bat i'm a stranger in a strange land. it wasn't a disco..and it sure as hell wasn't a country club...my friend had emailed me directions on how to get to her place..hopping on a bus to the train, change colored lines, ended up somewhere where a roommate would pick me up..convoluted but after having done it once it all made sense. i asked the nice elderly lady behind the guest help desk at the airport where to catch the greenline metro bus....which is the first time i was yelled at...

so i went to where the lady told me to go....a bus pulls up but it's for the red line...everybody around me gets on..i'm the only one left standing there like a tard..the bus driver now is yelling at me "red line! red line!" i tell him green line...to which he yells for me to go somewhere else..just as i see the green line bus drive by...ughhh

El Eh has the best customer service, ever. the green line goes a little more smoothly...we get to the train station and once again i am lost...i try to follow the herd as some go to a ticket machine, others run up the flight of stairs all the while thinking of those little lemurs who off themselves following the person ahead of them..i go to the ticket machine then head up the stairs..only to just miss that train...well, i guess i know better for next time..

the train ride was an experience let me tell you....the green line had a bit of redemption and welcoming to the city that made me think and feel like this could be home. at one of the various stops an african-american gentleman wearing earphones and a backpack gets on, standing in proximity of me. at this point in the trip i believe i turned off my music to conserve battery in my phone, but left my one ear piece in. i start to hear a bit of music faintly coming from somewhere..i couldn't tell if it was part of the metro car i was in, or someone else..i started to narrow it down coming to the conclusion it was coming from the black guy who just got on...but what was more striking was what i heard. the music had a familiar sound, but it was just faint enough i couldn't readily make it out..

only after the next stop once things got quiet on the train again was i able to hear for certain what it was. i made a gesture to the guy to take out an earpiece, which he obliged looking at first like he was gonna kill me, and then i proceeded to ask him, "are you listening to Ratatat?!" his face changed over to a bit of shock and excitement and concurred that it indeed was what he was listening to. our exchange was short but it left me with a good feeling, also noting that i had just been listening to Ratatat on the bus

as i left the car at my stop the guy wished me a farewell and i head onto the blue line. on that train line i witnessed a bootlegger attempt to hit on a ghetto girl..it's amazing to see the cultural differences on how to pick up women..all sociological studies should be made on trains, you literally get every walk of life. i did my best to contain my laughter by looking away only to have it stirred up by the psycho behind me cursing to himself. the ride was only topped off when the crazy cart lady came on selling sodas and candy from her mobile business device.

it was shortly after that the train came to it's last stop and i moved on to the red line...or so i thought. while waiting in the designated area, i failed to see that two trains ran on the same line, one red, one purple...for you color blind people, sorry about ya. so i see the train approach, the doors open, we left off passengers, and just as i am about to get on this old man starts talking to me, asking me if i am going to hollywood..why yes i am, he then proceeds to tell me it's the next train...at this point i've had about enough El Eh hospitality and think he's fucking with me so he can ensure a spot for himself on this car. i try to understand his reasoning pointing at the sign that says "To Hollywood" wherein he raises he cane and points, at what i believe from my angle to be the same sign..little did i know he was trying to point to the side of the train itself that said it was the purple line going elsewhere...this is about the time he screams at me and another kind lady tells me hollywood is the next train...obliged i step back and wait.

the next train arrives and i get on, making sure i can clearly see the sign on the side of the train that indicates it is going to hollywood...a few more little stops and i was where i needed to be, santa monica blvd. i continued following the outlined directions given to me in my email as my phone was hanging on to it's last percentage of battery life. i called the number for the roommate to come and pick me up - apparently they live just down the road, but people frown upon walking in El Eh, so the roommate came and got me at the corner...

i just put a lot of trust in people i didn't know, when in fact i don't trust many people i do know..










"yeah, you'll notice me, i'll be the one who looks like a tourist and doesn't belong.."

I Swear...

it's so easy...
..it hurts...

he does things so i have something to write about...

"A friend to all - is a friend to none"

It's Been Real

It's been fun...
but it hasn't been real fun..

OR it's cool man, i got this on my own

i'm in a real pisser of a mood...yeah i know it's cas/lax/thurs and all, but i think that's where my trouble began..well, i was doing my best trying to keep in the spirit of the once a week holiday, but it was others who did not want to participate, rather, they were anti cas/lax/thurs.

it didn't help at work that the regional director was there stressing out our GM more than usual either. what should have been a routine thursday double turned out to be a crapshoot. the morning bartender never showed up, so i set up the bar until a replacement was able to get in...but the kicker was that the credit for it was given to the man who brought me one bucket of ice..Mr B Hewey told everyone and even thanked the other server for "setting up the bar"...apparently when Mr B Hewey asked me to do so he meant to ask the other guy..whatever..

and so i closed lunch but was denied a break...yes, denied, so my break consisted of me pooping...which was harder than i thought it was going to be...see, some jackpad locked the door behind him AFTER he left....soooo sat the empty restroom, locked, so nobody could get in....thanks a-hole..

as for the night shift, well...let's just say 6 covers, barely making triple digits for the entire shift, both included...i was just happy to be out the door before ten...but from there it went from bad to worse...

i don't want to get into specifics, it was just one thing after another...and i let it get to me...and i turned into a whiny little bitch about it all...all i wanted to do was drink...but upon arriving home as i got out of my car i could hear loud music and "screams" which were supposed to be singing from some drunks in my apartment - nothing like a buzz kill. i tried to go into my own little world, ignoring the fools and cracking open a bottle of rum....but it proved to be pointless, so i went about finishing up my laundry and pouting.

i actually waited two hours before i wrote this blog as it probably would have gone a completely different route..but i digress, still gets to the point about how pathetic of a night i had without getting into the mushy details of it all...because...i really don't talk about things anyways..

i guess this makes up for how awesome last week's thursday was...but..it didn't have to end this way









"why do i wanna see your tits, how is that gonna make me happy...ok, there they are.........why are they pointing up, that's just weird..definitely not happy but more weirded out by this whole situation, thanks"

Remember When....

you know...
..because..

ugh..i.am.so.mad.

well, you remember when i said i was gonna make some more posts for y'all...well, i was working on one, and was near finished, when my browser decided to close..well, good thing blogger has auto save right....right? ri..anybody?

you guessed it, apparently autosave failed to do it's job....and like a plenty of other thoughts i tried to post, texts people never received, it's in some other realm..sooooooo, in light of this craptastic event, i will hopefully move on and post something soon...once i recover...










"Draft autosaved at....NEVER"

Here we Go, Again

ok..
..GO

this post was originally set to choreography on treadmills but has been modified for your approval

alright, after several messages via text and fbchat, i need to get back into this...and here i thought i was on summer vacation, guess not...i'll write again dammit, if it's the last thing i do..just had to...clear up some things?

i just finished a blog post that was typed up and sat in limbo for, well, almost a month it seems...and it kinda just ends, so i apologize for that..i don't remember the direction it was going, but i picked up just like spielberg picked up on A.I. and made the ending as shitty as possible.. i also write the iphone blog and posted that which was the day and was in my mind to be wrote since that date....now as for anything in between....well, i'll maybe write one more post, maybe two, just thrown in there to get us up to speed...but if you don't see them in the next couple of days, you can stop looking for them, as we will be progressing forward

i don't work til 530 today, and instead of going to the gym, or laying out by the pool, i have forced myself to stay in and write something for my restless public, yes once a martyr always a martyr, lol.

i just got back from my chicago fourth of july trip, photography classes are now over, and in three days i'll be in LA..there, caught up enough? ok ok, lot of explaining to do i know...and yes a lot has happened...and yes i've been wanting to blog during this dead time, but i got too afraid of what certain people may read, or read into...and i had to pocket veto my real thoughts and opinions, thus sacrificing the every day blogging i was trying to achieve....

now i'm not one to not post publicly, but there does come a time when i'll go old school and open up one of my paper journals to write in....this time, it didn't happen..i don't know why, it should have, but i just let it go...so another chapter of my life i failed to detail...but let's get back onto topic.

oh, it's tuesday, which means michael jackson's ceremony is eating up every bit of media for the day, cool..way to launch a blog comeback..overshadowed again...but that's all for now...i'm hungry and the way of the sub is calling...stay tuned for more lackluster updates :-D











"he's just a pop singer, not the second-coming..."

New iPhone?

did you really...
..could it be true

yes, yes i paid $300 for something i already had

sooooooo, what's the fuck..why would someone who has so vehemently hated the iphone, gone out and bought, literally the same thing..paying good money for something they already had? well, long story short, it's not the same.

the iphone 3Gs should have been the first iphone that apple put out, this phone is worthy of having a label associated with apple. the first phone was a crapshoot - i don't know if i ever posted my extreme dislike for that piece of shit on here before, but one of TJ's friends once asked for a review on it as they were doing a paper on the phone right after it came out....we both wrote our responses, each response totaling close to two thousand words, when come to find out the paper only had to be 750 words, lol.

the second phone that apple introduce was a joke of an update. after one year they hadn't resolved much of any of the the problems with the original...and what i hated most probably were the tons of people that would some pick up their first iphone and rally behind it, as if they were supporters the entire time...as if this 3G phone was actually better than the first...people would soon fall from their self-proposed pedestals...

so now two years later from the release of the original and where are we..3Gs? what the fuck does "s" stand for..super, stupid, shit, stellar...in my opinion, "shoulda been the first, oops"

out of the box the "s" looks exactly like the 2nd generation 3G, but you know the old cliche saying of "don't judge a bitch by her rack" from the get-go the feel is different...the screen has a new coating on it that is noticeable to the avid iphone user...the response time to finger movement is amazing (one thing i have praised apple about is their ability to have a great touch screen interface, very response, no hard hitting needed, no delays, nothing from the competition can *coughcough* touch it) the applications also load a lot faster as well, as a new processor and o/s were installed in the "s". the bluetooth capabilities are now legit-no longer do you need that little box attached to the bottom of your phone for stereo-the camera has had a major overhaul allowing for focusing and now video, and the list can go on...

i love how the 3G'ers are all pissed and refuse to recognize this phone as superior to theirs, but truth be told in side-by-side comparison, it kicks it's ass...my suggestion - if you have the original, get the "s" ...if you have the 3G, get the "s" ...with video capability and soon mms messaging on a faster network, it's like an actual phone...you know, like the one you had before you tossed it aside and got that shitty iphone..do you remember....

ahhhh, i can't wait to have mms to have a real phone again, but in the meantime, i am actually happy with my purchase....











"32gb White please, and no funny stuff..i don't want to chuck this phone through your window like i did with the last one"

What's Today's Name?!

oh right..
i think someone forgot...

don't take that, or any attitude with me on today

so today i worked a double....the only break i had was in between my check out at 315 and pre-shift at 4..wow.... *side note - i love the fact that my workplace/management is the only place i have ever worked at where the doubles come in on their second shift before the other half starts their first...that's right...doubles will work 1030 & 4..whereas singles will stroll into work at 530...everything has already been done for them and they are gonna close, get the most covers, and also make the most money...probably more than any double did on both shifts combined..while working a lot less hours for it....fair, not really.

so it's after pre-shift and a few of the single-shifters are actually here at 4 today, wow. so naturally i am slow to start up with an real work...i'll play "polish" in my section, stand up at the host stand to see where i am at and what my tables need to be set for, but as for lemons/butters/whatever...that's for the fresh people who just got here...

i try to avoid the alley as much as possible early in the shift - that's when people are doing their sidework and will rope anyone that comes near them to help out. now this is a problem because the path out to the bathroom or to the back dock is right through the alley...so if you were in need to smoke, potty, whatever you have to walk right through the line of fire so to speak...you cannot linger in the alley, or talk amoungst other co-workers..your time in the alley needs to be as minimal as possible...you need to quickly dart through there as if you are on a mission, because, well, you kinda are...

now, this is easier said than done....the alley is like a vacuum, and as much as you intend on avoiding it, there are only so many places you can stand and talk for so long, you'll eventually find yourself in the alley, leaning on something and talking...i don't know how many times i swear i've woken up to someone asking me to help them out, realizing i wasn't at the bar like the last time i remembered...

so it happened today..and people were all hustlin' and bustlin' about trying to get caught up. lunch was decently busy so we were on lower supply than normal to start the evening off with. it wasn't really low, just out of the comfort range which the night crew usually walks into - ohhh, the ever long battle of who fucks over who the most.....does the night crew leave lots of silverware for the morning crew to take care of, or does the morning crew not give a fuck and leave lots of work for the night crew...answer, both. but the morning crew has the winning advantage in this scenario, those who work the morning shift have to set up the tables for the dinner shift; i.e. the party tables, where there are minimums to be had and what the servers are making is already known...money on demand and they didn't have to do a thing for it..

so today i'm trying to catch a little break and ignore the fools that just came in, but as luck may have it, i'm caught in the back doing minimalistic work. now i am working, polishing some glasses or silverware or what have you..but when it comes to the real tedious work of lemons/butters, eff all that....so the night crew is stressing and start to point blame on the lunch crew and that's about when i let loose.

i don't blow up, o, that would not be in the name or spirit of the day...i kindly remind everyone that it's thursday, or first reservations aren't for another 2 hours...everybody just needs to chill the fuck out..the work will get done, stressing over it is only gonna agitate everyone..

why are people like this...there was no time constraint, there was no need for people to start worrying about the lack of sets, i don't know it just bothers me and i'm done talking about it...










"di..did everyone forget what today is...do i need to remind them?!"

OverLoaded

overwhelmed..
but it's just right..

because if it's not all right at first, fuck it

And to think, when i started getting back into blogging at the beginning of this week, i originally had to 'pace' myself because i was a day ahead of my blogs...now, well, i'm like the bulls struggling to come back from behind...

so after all my visitors have come and gone it's time to get things right on my end..so, naturally i take on too many large tasks at one time...so with the induction of so many different things into my life, it's only fair to say it's causing a strain on me.

i want to keep writing, i would really like to write something every day - i get a kick out of looking at my blogger homepage and seeing all my posts, with all the dates they were posted next to it in a numerical succession...i know i've said before to others, if you want to write, then f'ing do it, so i really don't have an excuse..but sometimes i avoid writing because i know how long it actually takes to fully make a blog posting.. granted ideally i try to write a blog in one sitting, no interruptions, and definitely on reading back on what i wrote..it's hard when i'm sitting on the computer...people will only IM, or facebook chat me when i'm writing (and ughhhh, facebook chat is the worst - only because i am then locked into that tabbed page in my browser, not allowing me to go anywhere else..)

something else i tried to get back into this week was going to the gym...it's been since my sickness back in the middle of march since i was dedicated about going. since march up until last week i probably saw the inside of a gym for a count less than double digits - and it shows.

i'm an all or nothing type of person, i'll either do something fully right, or not do it at all...doing something half-assed or temporarily is a waste in my opinion. like there was a time i wanted a display shelf for my salt shaker collection, i had this grand layout of what i wanted. then someone suggested to me to make up something not as grandiose in the meantime to hold the shakers - i scoffed at the idea, why would i waste money, time, and effort of something that wasn't up to my standards, something i didn't really want, something that was just going to get replaced..

same goes for actions in my life, such as the gym...sure there have been days i probably could have made it into the gym, but that was only a couple times a week..the other days were chockabok full, so any weight training would render useless .... you see where i'm going with this...

so i like starting clean slate, cold turkey, big/powerful movements..and in the process of doing so, i can take off a little more than i can chew...starting blogging, and working out, and other things all on the same week, the same day, it can get a little hectic...i naturally take on more than i should, but i am able to handle it just as well...

like the other day it was lunch, and my manager asked me to pick up a table because the server it was assigned to couldn't get to it....picking up that table would make it my sixth table, mind you i have a VIP all the way in the back dining room too..so long story short, i pick up a sixth table no where near my section, because the other server couldn't handle his third...

did i stress..well, i never really stress or am in the weeds at work..i just have to work a little faster or manage my time a little more wisely...as it is changeable during your shift on the floor...

so yeah, just wanted to give y'all a little heads up on what's been going on...that's all i got, i'm busy, lol










"i have more tables than anyone else....any everyone is running around like retards at a fun house"

It's My Business

..to give you the business...
it's not your business...

i think we are going out of business.....

i have a problem with the way i end my posts....it's either way too abrupt, or just continues without a real definitive ending, until i abruptly stop it..i guess i should pay more attention on how authors end their chapters, or look back to how i ended some of the posts i liked the most...either way, i'll come to a conclusion that i am just no good at ending things....

but let's move on....the other day i actually had a moment of inspiration that i am starting to work on...i was in the shower no less - it's funny to me that the shower is my little moment of zen..it's a time of privacy, in an enclosed small space all to yourself, water falling, like a baptismal cleansing not only your body, but your mind.. - wow, random of trackness..ok, where was i.....oh right, shower....so i was in the showering, don't ask me specifically what i was doing i don't remember, and i start thinking about a girl i saw earlier..

it was earlier that monday and i was joining some friends for lunch at a local eatery downtown - god i love local fare. so as we all were enjoying our creole cuisine a young lady and guy sit down at the open table next to us, well, it wasn't right next to us it was two tables over, whatever. the restaurant was small, with weird angles, making it hard to people watch - again something i love - but the couple stood out amongst the other hipsters (she was cute, he fit in), but it was more than that, they weren't eating..in fact they were filling out applications.

it got me thinking, well one should she get hired my body (and anybody within a mile radius of me) would end up hating me, as i would be there every day....and they would be fools not to hire her..but the other is what we are going for....obviously she is in need of money or something to do..and as you have gathered from my desire of tearing up my innards just just to catch a glimpse of her she must have some killer looks....put this together with my re-found passion of photography, therefore lack of a portfolio and you got yourself a killer scheme...

so my plan, in a nutshell would have been to approach said hottie, address her needs for money, and exploit that by paying her to be my model for some shoots....god, when put like that it sounds like an average episode of bangbus or something (she's probably not a slut though, let's hope, i don't have time for sluts..) but it got me thinking....i can't approach this chick out of the blue, tell her she looks cute and expect to exchange information with her...not without some credentials....

and just what might those credentials be...business cards, lol. i know, who would have thought something as simple as a piece of paper could have so much meaning or power, well, not the graduates i know...

so yeah...all this has got me in the process of designing my very own business cards and thinking about working on my website - which the latter is an actual plan from,oh i don't know, 2006? who knows, this may actually amount to something...and if it doesn't, i'll have another stack of business cards i can haphazardly hand out to people....and yes, this all stemmed from thinking about a girl in the shower, lol!










"business cards, it's the perfect way to pick up girls, it's so legit they can't say no!"

Presentation of Self

the masks we don
whether it's put on by ourselves or others..

a presence perceived is a presence achieved....

i'm not even sure how to begin this blog, but it's been a reoccurring topic and something on my mind for the past couple of weeks now - just what is people's deal? ok, now that's way too broad of a statement, but what i want to know is, what's with their skewed perception of yours truly.

i think it all started a couple weeks ago with an online conversation with a former co-worker. i started the conversation, which is something i don't ever do with this person, but i wanted to know what was going on - recently she had asked that i request her twitter friendship so i could follow her once again, i guess in one of her drunk stupors she accidentally deleted me. so i obliged and requested the ability to follow which went unanswered for some time. when i asked her about it she told me she was having second thoughts about me following her and vice versa.

whaaaat? second thoughts about having me follow her and her follow me? did we just break up or something, i don't understand....i ask for some sort of explanation (also knowing that there is no legitimate reason for this foolishness) and i received a long line of bull. as it turns out, in her opinion, she felt that after reading some of my blogs and twitts that she did not know me.

she went on to say that the person she read about was not the person she knew at work - the one who quote, had life in the palm of his hands endquote. she went on to say maybe she was in the wrong, maybe i was always like the person who blogged but she never saw it, never really got to know me..maybe it was her own fault, she created this allusion and character that she needed..she put a cape on me and gave me a false name, Chad. she created me as how she wanted to see me.

i've always been this person who blogs the true horrors and pains of life..but also who celebrates when there are victories...life is a tragedy, all you can do is laugh. you know, maybe i wasn't the man behind the blog when she saw me...i had wet feet for the better part of the first year, fresh out of CP - and now i realize that's exactly what a new environment does to me, it evokes a raw form of emotions....i'm new to a place, a strange in a strange land if you will, and that high gets me more riled up than internet users and a newer version of some social networking site...

i suppose i do come out the gates running strong, ready to take on whatever is thrown at me with such a vigor for life - maybe more like an excited puppy to be in a new place, i think would best describe me. trying to take in as much as possible, trying to claim everything as mine, starting anew, clean slate, another chance to do it all again, but hopefully differently this time. and of course as time goes on, i lose the vigor, things fall into place, but not as i would like..and around that two year mark i get that too settled unsettling feeling that makes me feel like i am wasting away, slowly dying with nothing to show...so i pack up to start somewhere else, new, again..to feel alive once more hoping that this leap, will be the right leap, home.

i'm sure there will be some things to add to on this post, but that's all i got for now...









"No one knows what it's like, To be the bad man,To be the sad man, Behind blue eyes"

Ok Ok Ok Ok

I know, i know..
don't hate

it's working..dirty seconds - said in ugly spanglish accent

alright, here we are again, a lack of updates and another sunday trying to play catch up..which reminds me of a joke...a pappa tomatoe, momma tomatoe, and kid tomatoe.....anyways, i digress

of course as i finally plop myself in front of my computer all bits of stories and whatnot flies away from me like the lint and dust from the cushions. i really do want to get 'back on track' as much as i know that statement to mean. and what i'm about to say will upset a certain person, but dammit you can't please everyone, so i have stopped trying....

i had a visitor for the past two weeks, and although i appreciate having people that want to spend time with me, it's the same story of girlfriends past told time and time again. situation is people enter my world and then my world, as i knew it, ceases to exist. whenever i have had visitors/girlfriends/whatever i sacrifice myself and my rituals, the betterment of myself, for the other person...i know i'm not the only one to have ever done this...how many times have you had some sort of daily ritual, whether it be school, work, working out, yoga, whatever; that, when someone else enters your realm, the former is skipped out on.

now i am going to receive some heat from this, but no offence, i'll blame myself..i try to make time for the newer element by sacrificing every little thing in world....i'll take off of work early, i'll skip the gym, i'll not get the mail..i try to make the most out of the other persons visit, that, by the time it is over i m almost relieved, which shouldn't be the case...

and yes, i hear over and over "you don't have to do all that, you can do what you normally do" but people don't say what they truly feel or think..so i know better..i know they don't want to sit around while i run my errands or do whatever after they just sat around for the past 8 hours while i was at work...

but it isn't limited to visits, as the most recent case may suggest, it's girlfriends in general....girls really do equal money times time (and therefore the root of all evil..)... sure i grew up as an only child, sure that's how i like things, sure that's what i am used to - and sure i may be a republican..it all adds up to me not being a fan of changes in my life that i lack control of.

what am i getting at...simply i am doomed to be alone for the rest of my life....because i have spent too long giving up parts of my life for other people only to not have them in the present..i guess i need to look out for number one...but in that process you'll be called selfish - those are just some of the contradictory quotes i've questioned while growing up - and still if you're real you'll be called jaded, if you hide it, you're called fake..efff it.











"you're a vacation when i didn't need one"

Empty Units

putting an end..
..to the means..

closing the doors in more ways than one in two places....

this past week i did something i've been meaning to do for a long time....it was officially wrote down on my "ToDo List" for after the summer of '06...three years in the making, three long years of pulling the idea off the shelf, blowing the dust off of it, and putting it right back there... this week it all came to a close.

it started last friday when i decided to put my thoughts into action - without fully knowing my schedule i went ahead and made calls to get the balls rolling...i called and got a storage unit right here in indy - literally a block from my current apartment. then an order was placed for a uhaul to be taken one way from the region. the balls were in motion and a lot of stress built up.

monday morning i acted on the calls and great plans and headed to the region with one goal in mind...never look back. for the past three years i have wanted to consolidate the two storage units i have spread out across the state...two storage units, two different time zones, two different eras in my life....all coming together.

i started my mission on the oldest part of my life, the storage unit i have had the longest, also the furthest away. some time in 2004 is when i put my region life into a 5 by 8 by 12 box, sealed from top to bottom, without my ability to go in there and go through things - except the filing cabinet i left at the front door.

i reserved the second smallest truck which i figured would allow me to fill it with either storage unit with ease...looking back i think i could have used the smallest truck, but it would have been jam packed..this one gave me some leeway..

moday.one day.up to the region. load up. drive back to indy. unload. that in itself was a task, thankfully i got the night off from work, not that i don't need to work, i just couldn't do all that in one day and survive.

the next day was on to btown, this time the round trip would solely be in the uhaul. the btown storage was a bit different...a very large unit with a lot of excess room..things scattered about - a place i have been going in an out of like it was my girlfriend. on a sad note, the storage unit also was home to the random things TJ left behind when he was abruptly removed from btown back in the beginning of 2007 - i don't even know what his boxes consist of.

wednesday morning i spent unloading the truck of the stuff from btown and organizing it with the things from the region. i was disappointed to find out that most of the things from the region storage were slightly water damaged...this put a damper on my fiscal plans as i hoped to sell certain items such as dressers and pool tables i had - instead i had to pry open the wooden drawers of my dressers to reveal and sort the findings.

and what was most tragic about that was, the items that were inside the drawers were moist as well...my main gripe was really the only thing i wanted out of that storage unit, the drawer full of pictures....pictures ranging from my childhood and baby pictures, to all the random pictures from my pityparty/high school days...

but now it's all together, in one location...granted i need to go through everything - i still plan on selling/throwing away a lot of things. i will be saving money having everything all in one place, and should i ever move, everything is is one location, one location that is actually supported by PODS.

but deeper than all that is me closing two doors of my life at once..with the removal of having a storage unit in the region, and with a lack of family in the region i no longer have any ties to that area...same goes for btown - although i still have my POBox there for the time being, that's a small price to pay in comparison to the huge storage unit.

by emptying out those containers, i've moved on with my life..this is just the first step of me getting it the fuck together?










"it's easier to leave than to be left behind"

National Doughnut Day!

if america runs on dunkin...
..consider me Usain Bolt

donuts, is there anything they can't do?

so today is national doughnut day..the first friday of june every year....i don't know the story behind it, why that day in particular, i just roll with it. so i made a mission to hit up the three major doughnut shops on the southside; DD, KK, and Long's.

my first stop was my beloved Dunkin Donuts. They had a promotion for the day, if you buy any drink, you get a donut for free..alright, i have time for that..although this is very similar to their standard everyday promotion of buy a coffee and get a donut for free...whatever, DD is my favorite, i think i like the cake versus whatever everyone else uses..

the next stop was onto Krispy Kreme. now unlike DD, KK had no signage or banners or anything informing people that it was NationalDonutDay, so i was skeptical...already having a dislike for KK this was not going to go over well with me...now i'm sure what it is i don't like about KK, but if i had to say i think it was everyone's overhype about a sub-par product..that i didn't grow up on KK, but rather DD reminds me of weekends spent with my grandparents...that DD is part of my life whereas KK is an infiltrator...well, lucky for them they were celebrating the holiday..all you have to do is walk in and get your free donut of any kind...this is similar to their "when the light is on, come and get a free donut" - granted it's just their standard donut, it still is an every day thing...none-the-less i am happy with my blueberry frosted donut and we are on to our third and final stop.

we pull up to long's bakery, the quote staple for donuts in indy endquote. again, no signs or anything making note of the holiday, so we head inside..there's a line so i think this must be a good indication, then again, everyone "loves" long's so it could just be that..we make it to the front of the line and i ask the lady behind the counter if they are doing anything special for the holiday made just for them...the lady is aware of the holiday, but apparently long's doesn't acknowledge it and therefore are not doing anything special in terms of pricing or give-aways. i preceded to make a scene, quoting the quote mentioned earlier in this paragraph, and leave letting them know this was the final straw...i would officially be boycotting Long's - again, another dislike for another donut shop because people claim it to be better than anything else..how dare they..

the only donut shop that could rival DD would be Square Donuts based out of TheHole..sure they are KK like, but the shape is what makes them...they opened one in Btown and for those of you who have yet to try them...seriously do...granted the one in Btown has erratic hours, if you see they are open with the sign on, go in, you will be amused and happy!

but like all good things, my holiday must come to an end...sure it is friday, but i'm scheduled? this will be the first friday i have worked since...valentine's weekend? so i suit up and head on in...but are there donuts at work..no....ughhh, i'm losing faith in people...











"today is what day? -- FUCK YEAH DONUT DAY!"

I Was Told To Write

..and i do what i'm told...
..unless i don't want to do it...

i guess it depends on how you come at me

alright, back at it by popular demand...well, not really back..just another blog post for you....i know i have slacked off in the past week or so, but as i have always said, and will continue to say, "once things start happening in my life, i no longer have the time to tell them" so here is an impromptu post

i guess i do have things to talk about, but i'll post them later, i promise...after receiving some text messages telling me i need to start writing i decided to take the, advice...i guess my time away was enough time for people to catch up on my daily blogs from weeks prior.

it's summer, or something close to it - so the money is going away in the restaurant business..unless you work at some travel destination, save up and live minimally is what they are saying...i am once again going to be hunkering down in indy for the summer, no cedar point or cruise ship or crazy things like that...yet.

it's a shame too, i have a lot of trips planned for the next month...multiple trips to chicago, trips to see people in CP, trip to LA and road trip back, trips out of the country....where are my funds for this...oh right, some wench in TheHole getting beat by her drug abusing boyfriend has all my money...sweet.

in other news i am taking a stab at this photography thing - again by popular demand...i'm taking a couple of classes on tuesday and wednesday for the month of june. i don't know what to expect of this, i am eager to learn, but i think i want more one on one training...i hate groups...i hate being told, "go out there and shoot" - i can do that anywhere, anytime, without paying...

so i have already taken the first two classes...what i have learned so far is that it's all about lying, i mean selling yourself...saying you shoot the best pictures in the world....so i started perusing the books that my instructors had of their portfolios....and i came to a realization, something they actually mentioned...i can do this..anyone can do this...

here's the thing..average people don't have the 'eye' of what's good and what's bad..they are just happy to see themselves in pictures on their wedding day or whatever...as i scanned through the pictures i was critiquing every one of them..good, overexposed, grainy, etc...but it made me start to think...if i were to shoot people's stuff, only i would be the disappointed one with my work..

and what's with my friends not knowing that i am a photographer...there was one time a friend on facebook had a status update, "HELP, i need a cheap photographer asap" - of course many people responded with who to go to, who they know who does photography, and i naturally respond with, "i hate you" who got the job, little ol me...the girl loved her photos and used them in her brochure for her company..and asked me to do another photo shoot for her in july....granted i am happy to help my friends out while gaining a little experience, she - in my opinion - over paid me..apparently she had me charge $75 an hour..and she bought me breakfast..i made out like a bandit...

now, as a friend i wouldn't charge people that..but normal people...up the rates! i don't like to discuss money with friends..it's a favor, i don't like to accept money from friends, even though it is a business, it just makes me uncomfortable..i scratch your back, you scratch mine...i'm sure in the future i'll need your assistance with something...now people who are no longer my friends, see above, then i will take your stupid as to court for the four thousand you owe me...but, that's only because you ended the friendship...

so that's all i got for now, i'm heading into work...work work lame.










"..yeah, but i have to give you something more than $20, i woke you up earlier than normal -- i know, that's why i doubled it"

Another Friday Night..

and

Can of Worms

people are stupid..
society is shit...

this is the thanks i get for blogging...

soo apparently i opened up a can of worms with a random comment in one of my last blogs, the "Excitement Through Nothingness" Blog - go figure that that would be the title of the blog to get all the attention...my comment, i suppose, was directed at how i see a decline of values in society today...summed up in a short random story...granted that really wasn't even where i was going with it, but that's how others took it and are trying to 'defend' these amoral ways.

so now here is my response, on top of my soapbox, preaching to you..take it away Reverend Jangus

basing a real, true relationship off of a drunken one night is like basing you whole relationship off of one drunken night....basically what you have created is a one-night stand that has over stayed it's welcome..and by you "getting together again, and then forging some half-hearted bullshit of a relationship" you are really just trying to con yourselves into believing in what you did was right, that that's the way 'love' really is. love works off of body shots, loud music, and poor decisions.

and you know, this blog probably would have never been made had i not been attacked online about it. i became under fire when a certain someone starting critiquing my sexual past and present, saying i would not be the one complaining about all this sex on the first encounter if i myself were getting some..wow, as if the whole world revolves around meaningless, non-procreating sex...

you know, the more i think about it, the more i am reverting back into my old self..for twenty two years i fought against the whole gain of society - while my friends were out fucking, while people i didn't know were out fucking, i stayed sober. then the walls came down, i had sex..uneventful sex..i thought sex meant love, boy was a i wrong - but that's for another blog and another time...i tried out the whole fucking scene...but now looking back, i am start to become closed minded again..

i just don't put any weight on a girl i meet and fuck in the same night, that's just absurd. obviously they lack morals, standards, values, etc. nothing real..it's a horrible way to try and start off a true relationship..any girl that is willing to give it up on the first night, i really don't want anything to do with..i don't look for whores...they can be thrown into the same category fo girls that cheat on their boyfriends.

now i will say, of all the girls i have had sex with, no numbers, but of all the girls, with the exception of one, i have known before engaging in coitus...my relationship with girls is of a complex nature, i know the girls and we have a history that only builds...i suppose this is why i look down on gary so much..he doesn't establish a history with the girl and just goes out fucking anything in his path..

but not to sound all misogynistic, but i do have a problem with this feministic, we can be sluts approach today's women are taking, instead of traditional roles like they should, like the roles that have been set up and indoctrinated forever. granted i know times have changed and the roles have as well, sadly women now have to go out and get jobs to help support their family, all because today's society has limited the incomes on people making both household members work, while nobody is there to raise the children, cook, and to clean.

but i'm not getting into that...just girls trying to get away with acting like sluts..i went on a date with a girl the other day that i have known for awhile..she has been without a man in four months or so and every now and then she'll complain that she's so horny - that's fair - but where i respect her is how accountable she holds herself. even though she's horny as all hell, no matter how drunk she will get, on the first date no kiss, not even a peck on the cheek. granted some might see this as a little too far, i respect it...obviously this girl is not a complete prude, given she has had sex, but she's not being a whore either

they say you can't marry the 'up the butt' girl, but i'd like to think you can't marry the 'fuck on first night' girl

and now i'm sure i'll get responses with, "why can guys go out and fuck whenever whoever, but girls have to be more reserved" i really don't even think that is an argument, i mean honestly, where the fuck did y'all grow up. you women think you're so high and mighty, you think you're the more intelligent of the species, you think you're all that and a bag of chips (early 90's slang ftw) but as soon as it comes down to you having the responsibility to be more responsible, all hell breaks loose.

guys are the aggressor and girls are the defender....but what happens when both are the aggressor...welcome to slutville usa

sure guys like to fuck, look at gary, granted those guys are idiots, they are abusing their evolutionary instincts. yes males are supposed to spread the seed as much as possible, but as society has reformed itself, the need to do just that has slowed down, what with the cure for diseases, improvements in shelter, having an economical system, etc...these guys just have a wire loose and are going for the gusto...but women..i just don't fucking know anymore...

those who are defending women spreading their legs for anyone are, for the most part, women doing just that....they are trying to defend their soullessness retorting that what i say or believe is pure shit..wow, as soon as something goes against the way you are living your life you get pretty defensive...as soon as the things you are doing are called out and make you realize what you are doing is not right then you try to justify it with every last breath you have...

i'm not saying girls don't fuck..i've lived in a college town, i know what goes on there...but for the most part, if you follow up with them the next day, or read "texts from last night" or anything like that you'll see that the ones with the morals are the ones regret every putting themselves into a situation like that....i have a problem with those trying to defend their whorish ways when they know it's really not right

this isn't an episode of "bangbus" women off the street just don't have random acts of sexual intercourse with people they just met...that's a man's fantasy..that's the way men work...women, do not work like that...women do not walk down the street all alone, maybe their car broke down, maybe their boyfriend is being a douche, whatever...when a strange van pulls up next to them offering the girl a ride..so she gets in then decides the best thing for her to do is suck off the guy next to her while the other gets her from behind...female mentality is not that...that's purely a man's domain...

and that's the difference...sure men are entitled to have those thoughts, women aren't..enough said...

basically it comes down to, i think it's sad to see girls fucking on the first date..i don't advocate that, i don't want any part of that, i think it's a shame to see the values of society pitfalling like they are....as much as i hate to say this, people need to go back to church or something...








"Well a woman who'll kiss on the very first date Is usually a hussy. And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out Is anything but fussy. But a woman who waits 'til the third time around, Head in the clouds, feet on the ground! She's the girl he's glad he's found--she's his Shi-Poo-Pi! "

Best Night in Indy (cont'd)

who cares about racing...
..just show me your tits..

because the best has yet to come...

so my night is over at work; i run my checkout, take one last look at the lobby, and start to head out the backdoors. the everyday procedure i go through is stopping at security for them to check my bag, yes, i carry in an over the shoulder bag to hold all my belongings...i used to just leave everything in my jacket pockets, but people kept stealing all my shit...so i finally got tired and used the bag work gave me....so every day i have to make a stop and let security look inside my bag....

over time with all the stops i have made friends with security, we'll chat it up about all sorts of random things, but today would be a special day. as i enter the security doors we start conversation about the party upstairs...that's when i notice they have three blue bands laying on their desk. i ask what the different colors meant, as i have seen blue, yellow, purple, and red on various peoples in the lobby..security tells me they've just been running out of colors as they have oversold for this event by almost three times..wow. they claim it to be a madhouse up there at the party and don't recommend me going, but i cannot let this opportunity pass. so i snatch the three wrist bands and run out the door down the street to wherever my car is parked.

i made mention to gary earlier in the night about us going, he only wanting to go if he could get in for free, and i said that security would give us the hook up...and well, i turned out to be right. on my way home i gave him a call, told him to get his sorry ass out of bed and be ready in 25 minutes because we were going to the playboy party! he couldn't believe it, but in a way he expected it.

at home it takes me no time at all to shower and pick out an outfit to rock out in. shortly thereafter we head back towards downtown, towards the chaos, towards destiny. we are lucky on a night like tonight to get a parking spot close to the hotel without having to pay. we take a leisurely stroll down to the entrance and make our appearance known. of course i'm going full fledged rocker, wearing my sunglasses at night, but gary is obvious...the hotel employees recognize him right off the bat, and i think our cover is blown....and for a moment it is...i play off as if i have no idea what's going on and just continue to walk in as they question gary if he is allowed in and such...i show my wristband and they open up the velvet ropes

we're in! well, we made it past the initial security and my heart is racing a little bit more with each step i take. after a passing with the security wand we are waved to go up stairs! This is really happening, i want to scream like a school girl at an N'sync concert..i keep repeating "i'm the coolest person alive" we make it up the stair case and start to walk through the open door way to where the party is at. walking in to the room was like walking into a night club..lights flashing all around, loud music playing, bar in the middle, girls in bunny outfits on stage, people everywhere...wow, this is intimidating.

i break my shell when i see an employee i was talking to just hours ago, obviously not recognizing me i walk up to her and say, "so you must be one of the bunnies" to which she gives me a weird look and a reply of "yeah right..no, not at all, i work here" i just smile at her as i place my hand on her waist, dropping my head down to show just a little bit of my eyes from the glasses and say, "well, you could have fooled me" as i give her a wink.

from that moment it's on. i don't make it another two feet without a group of people yelling to me, in a good way. they love my look, they love the fact i am wearing sunglasses inside..yes, i am indeed that guy, BUT i am that guy who can pull it off...which is sad because i can pull off a lot of stupid things, just look at my outfit for that night....

we start walking towards the front of the party, making our way around the bar, that's when we see an employee working the bar area right behind us. we go up and order some drinks, something to get us in the chill attitude...granted it's now 1am and this party started at 8pm...so we are a little behind. i want to get on stage..i brought my travel duck with me for this very reason..sure i can take pics of people with myself in it, but it's more fun to have the duck take my place..

gary spots another employee and starts conversation...we are still not close enough for me to see how to get up on stage, if there's a line or where it begins or just what, but i know you can get on there because there's obviously people up there with the bunnies. so just as the security guy was about to leave i say, "hey, how do we go about getting on that stage? where's the line" he asks, oh you want to get up there..follow me. so he starts walking in the opposite direction and we follow..i'm confused as we are walking away from the stage heading back towards the route of which we entered, but i trust him...then in a "Goodfellas" - esque moment we go through an employee side door and start walking in the back hallways..passing employees doing what employees do behind closed doors, and then we are brought through another door which leads to the side of the stage where an actual armed officer is standing..the security gives him the clearance on us and away we were...up on stage!

so now we are on the stage, but we are off to the side..we need to get in the middle because that's where all the action is, also where all the people are. i ask gary to use his size to bulldoze through to get closer in and i would just follow..but he doesn't ever take initiative, so i down my drink then use my small stature to worm in and out through the crowd.

before i know it i'm face to face with a playmate..i start to get a little nervous about doing the photo shoot with the duck, let alone speaking to her..but once he pops his little yellowed head out everything was golden. the first playmate, stephanie, was really nice - even throughout the rest of the evening she was one of the most chill - so stephanie, loving the duck takes him and shoves him in her cleavage...if only i were that duck...from then on i was no longer intimidated by the bunnies and kept my social high rolling

i find more bunnies to shoot with..we continue to stay on stage realizing this was where all the cool people hung out..and celebrities. we met other girls who were in love with our rockstarness...but the best part came when security, along with the armed officers, came to clear out the stage...they started kicking people off the stage as deemed necessary by the fire marshal in order to not shut down the party..so i figure, well, it was fun while it lasted - but the officer comes up to me, asking to see my wristband, to which i show him, and he gives me the clearance to stay on the stage...apparently it was the blue wristbands that were the uber-VIP's, the blue wristbands which i got from security, which allowed for me to have the best night of indy..

funny side story, while the officer was clearing off the stage one of the girls i had made friends with had on a purple wristband and he asked her to leave...so i try to play it cool and ask if it's cool if i say she's with me, would the ultimate blue band be above the law..but that's when he tells me about the fire Marshall and all that jazz, shutting down the party...so then i apologize to the officer, turn to the girl, and tell her to get the fuck off my stage...priceless.

the night continues..more dancing..then three ladies on the floor come up to the stage and finger-call gary and i to come on down...they don't look worth my time, but i follow to to see where this might take us. it ends up these girls work for a radio station, to which i had a surreal moment when one of them starting talking in my ear..i swear i was listening to the radio at that point...

gary goes to get the girls some drinks and that's when it gets shady..one of the girls asks me to get the attention of some guy on stage..i'm not playing lackey..so then a little bit after gary returns with drinks he asks me for my other blue band...why's that? oh because one of the whores wants to get on stage of course...using him for a blue band to go and find another guy..women are manipulative bitches..and they just got free drinks...this is why i don't buy a drink for a girl unless i'm drunk or i care, see former...

i separate myself from gary and bitchnumber3 and do my own thing...i get lost in the sea of people on the floor, returning to the stage every now and then...then in a random chance i run up with a bunny i had yet to meet. she was alone on the edge of the stage, sitting, and dancing. so i approach her and start to make conversation...she complains that her feet her, so i pop a squat next to her and dance with her...we talk more..she loves the duck..yadda yadda yadda

after awhile she says her boss is watching and she has to get up and dance...so i hep her onto her feet and she pulls me back into the crowd. we dance. she strips off my jacket and wears it. then, she has to go, saying something came up...riight, i know how this goes, she's spent enough time with me, now she's off to play with others, got ya..

in the meantime derek hough and i become friends - he actually said he was jealous of me for being able to pull off the popped collar on the jacket and sunglasses inside...he then wore my sunglasses as he sang and then popped his collar...i told him i appreciate the gesture, but people will see him and people will see me and think I'M copying HIM! he realizes i am right and returns the glasses and pulls down on his collar.

more dancing, more singing..i swear i have to be in a hundred photos because i was center stage the entire time...it was interesting because i had no idea who these people were i was singing and dancing with...any time i met up with gary on the floor with his girl he would tell me, "uhh, do you realize you were just dancing with *insertcelebritynamehere*?!"

in my random ways, i almost got in trouble. see, the girls have these bunny ears and bunny tails..and it's hard not to go "bloop" and hit them. well the one time i touched the ears the bunny turns and starts to bitch out gary..apparently touching the costume is an offence worth getting kicked out for...wow, drastic. so gary throws me under the bus, to which she doesn't believe him, but i apologize taking full responsibility..to which she becomes all not angry and sweet with me, telling me i'm a nice guy..loves it.

it's nearing 3 and the party is about to end, then i feel a tug on my jacket as i'm in the middle of doing whatever, singing to boston? no i don't need another drink, yes my wristband is blue..oh wait, it's...her...the bunny who said she would return..pilar. she felt bad for the time away but had to get tings straightened out..but she returned...of course it was the end of the night and the bunnies were leaving...so what do i do..ask to exchange numbers...with a playmate...

first of all, who the hell do i think i am..asking for a bunnies number....i don't remember lying to her..what the...ughhh....but the worst part of it all...it worked

so the party ends, we exit the hotel when a gentlemen asks to see my duck...to put in his Maserati...so he does and i take pics..i swear that duck is actually cooler than me!by this point i am on cloud nine...and gary, his whore, and myself all go to SnS where i get a steakfrank. home by 6am..the end.










"oh my god i love me"

Best Night in Indy

Playboy Party..
Raceweekend..

need i say anymore?!

on what could have been a really shitty day, i somehow focused in on the positive notes, or rather i ignored those negatives and made my own positives...maybe that's what life is all about after all. it's the saturday of race weekend, the day before the race, almost the last day to be chaotic - parades, alcohol, parties, and more consumption are what is on the minds of the majority of the new weekend residents of indy.

every year indy invites half a million people to come in and destroy it's town all in good fun of the sport of racing..and for those in the industry, it means long hours and getting all your bills paid in that week (unless you partake in the parties, then you're right back where you started, but you only live once..) today is in the top three busiest days of the year for our restaurant, and that being said you know tensions are high, longer shifts create a more tired, more irritable workstaff, which can create a lot of problems when people are already strung out on their last wit's end.

it was last night after i closed out my last tab and walked back to the car when i felt how tired i really was - and given that yesterday was my day off and i had only been out partying for three hours i knew it wasn't looking good for saturday.

because of all the activities downtown many streets that i normally would take were blocked off, parking a complete nightmare, but even given all that i was only five minutes late to work - good since i even got off to a late start...but the kicker would be when i found out i needed to be in thirty minutes earlier than what i thought, whoops. and it continued to go downhill from there...my first table was sat, then left to go to the parade..so my next table was at noon..a one top, who just ordered an appetizer....but then the parade was over and we got busy..well, everyone else but me..i had two two-tops and an 8 top...and then i tried to pick up as much business in the cocktail lounge to help the bartender out...and then a 17 top was getting sat in the cocktail area..but a server who just got on the floor swooped in while my back was turned and took it from me....

after the rush was over i ran my checkout and took a break..i don't know if i was supposed to, but i didn't care at that point...i bought an energy drink and sat on the circle to watch people...it felt good to sit...but i knew i had to return eventually and i did just that. i was energized and that puts me into a good mood - that and i like to be loud and obnoxious just to make myself smile..and some other people do too (i'm on a boat mother fucker!). my tables at dinner are nice, not with the tipping, but they are not assholes..plus i'm still in a good mood (even though i'm not making any money) so i just roll with it...until the last table...

so this guy makes a reservation for the busiest weekend in indy for 7 people - side note the way our tables are able to expand and open up the max you can put on a round table is 7, should you need more than that another table with an extender is needed..so a week before the reservation the guy calls back and asks for the table to be for 8, he is told that it is not possible as we are fully committed and do not have an extra table to throw onto for his party...he says ok leave it for 7...well, you can see where this is going...

it's their reservation time and i just got the prior people to leave off the needed table..so as i am heading up to the host stand to confirm the size and let them know the progress i see a man yelling at one of the hosts, demanding he be sat for 8 people..he's a regular in vegas, he'll never dine here again, yadda yadda yadda...so that's my table? after the managers get involved they somehow pull an extra table out of their asses (ok, upstairs storage) and throw it along the side of the original table, now blocking off one of my other tables making it impossible to sit.

as they are being seated, everyone from the host, to my gm, to the cocktailer who ordered them drinks are telling me what fucking pricks they are..greaaaaaat. i approach the table and use my very stern, very professional tone and demeanor with them..it's a table full of alpha males, but the prick who went off on the host is definitely the one in charge...it doesn't take me long to break down the gentlemen and establish a comfortable rapport with them..they actually seem to like me, good..

throughout the service i am receiving high regards and very casual talk from the dominant male, i think all is well...of course until the bill comes. Man prick doesn't pay but one of his slackies does...it's an eight top, i only got them to 700, horrible, and they only tipped $80, even more horrible..but it's my last table and i just want to get home - no sets to make, no sidework for me to do, i'm a happy man. (especially since i watched the ending seconds of the Lakers game with Ludacris, talking shit with him)

before i leave i take one more look into the hotel adjoining us - yeah, that playboy party is gonna be hella tight....if only there was a way to get in....










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