Sunday found me in a pickle. I really wanted to go to the gym but, we had that little blizzard the evening before which nixed those plans for both Saturday and Sunday. I was chatting with Little Jose on IM and asked to use his gym, which he agreed and said he'd work out with me (he needs it more than I, snicker). He took a nap and I did some things around the penthouse, it's my new obsession. I get a text message from the putz (after telling him I can't afford to waste my minutes, I am on a budget) around seven saying that he just woke up and could we work out around nine. Fine, I think, and ring him (from my land line) leaving a message to that effect. I go visit my Father, who clutched his chest, looked up to the sky and told his mother he's coming up to see her (real funny) since this was my fifth visit in three months. He's a laugh riot! We sat and watched the game (don't ask) and talked. It's funny, I have gone there with every hair style and colour in the rainbow and, the shaved head didn't go over so well with him. Who woulda thunk! I go back home and got my stuff together figuring that since we are working out so close to when we had to be at the club to work, I'd just get ready at his place. I packed a bag of my club gear, got the huge bag of clothes that I was giving him, and trudged to his place in the snow and ice, looking for all the world like a homeless person.
He never answered the bloody door.
To say I was...umm...aggravated would be an understatement. I banged on his door and rang his piece of shit phone to no avail. His neighbors all heard me but, did he? NO! I left the bag of clothes and trudged back through the snow and ice back home, do my home workout, get ready and go to work.
He rang me from home to say he just got up, this was after we had already opened. It was time for the guilt trip, of course. I told him I was angry that I had to walk five miles, through the snow, wind in my face, UPHILL, with a heavy bag of clothes for him only to be let down because he didn't answer the door, then I had to walk five miles back home, barefoot, through the snow up to my waist, UPHILL, with a pack on my back.
Let's just say, I didn't work for the rest of the evening.
I love guilt. I should be a Jewish mother! Oy!
Miss Patti and I went to the gym last night. At this point, I didn't want to go. It had been a few days and I just hate doing that first day back but, I know that if I want a godbod, I have to go. So we went. I am glad I did. I gave the guy that works there some more CD's from the club, he practically has an orgasm every time I give him one. He immediately played the Guido Osario CD which was great, it got me pumping in no time and I got a great workout in. I am a bit sore today, which I knew I would be since I hadn't been to the gym in a while but, it's all good. Now, I can't wait to go tonight. It's my other obsession.
I guess I'll get some more done around the penthouse. Tomorrow I have a funeral to go to and I get paid, thank the gods. I am sure I'll have some more gossip to tell. It seems every time I go to the office, there's something to chat about.
Miss Tene is back from Mexico. She had some work done so, I'll have to give the prognosis and the review of her latest round of surgeries as soon as I see her. And any gossip will, of course, be at our original location: Mortimer's Cafe.
17 January 2006
16 January 2006
In Memoriam (R)
Last Wednesday I found out that my friend, Tom Magill died. He was a wonderful person. He loved his bloody marys and taught me a lot about the Brass Rail and it's inner workings. He was quite the story teller and kept me company many a day in the Rail.
Last evening I found out my friend, Tootsie, died. He was a master of colourful language and a good person, always ready with a helping hand and a meal and a cocktail. His liquor bill for his home rivaled any nightclub! I will miss seeing him at his usual spot, right next to Brandie playing the video machine and demanding his vodka and soda with two lemons and asking how that fat fuck, Chunkie, is doing, lol.
Why does heaven get all the angels?
Last evening I found out my friend, Tootsie, died. He was a master of colourful language and a good person, always ready with a helping hand and a meal and a cocktail. His liquor bill for his home rivaled any nightclub! I will miss seeing him at his usual spot, right next to Brandie playing the video machine and demanding his vodka and soda with two lemons and asking how that fat fuck, Chunkie, is doing, lol.
Why does heaven get all the angels?
15 January 2006
Saturday Off. What. Ever.
It's just my rotten luck. We are a bit behind on the cable bill which sucks, normally but, we're not in the danger of having our link to the outside world shut off, yet. The problem is, the remote broke. The little metal connectors that link the batteries are now floating around inside the damn thing. I can't fix it and the worse thing, I can't replace it until we are caught up with our payments. Now the problem is that being without a job means catching up on payments will be very hard to do. And, being without a job means I only have one escape, the telly! THIS SUCKS! It's not that I am lazy, by the way, and won't get up off the couch to change the channels. It's just that we have EVERY bloody channel! All of them. Every premium movie channel, all the HDTV channels, every sports channel, and it's not like Comcast puts the channels in any particular order so, scrolling through a million channels to get to the one you want (that is when you remember the number it's on) is a pain in my tuchis!
Yesterday, I got up early and had a cup of Joe. Well, there must have been rocket fuel in there because I was on a tear shortly thereafter. I don't know what got in to me but, I just started organizing everything. You know those piles of papers that collect on a table, or two. And that box over there...wait...what the hell IS in that box anyway? And that cabinet, what's in there, exactly, and why does it deserve a huge cabinet all by itself? Then there was the cooler sitting in the dining room still full of beer from the Alternate Thanksgiving. I forgot all about it since my flatmates put all this junk around it and I didn't even remember it was sitting there. So, while my other roommate, Mommie Dearest, took down the Christmas decorations, I cleaned and sorted the detrius of my life, and La Chunk's life. Oh, he was watching a movie. A John Waters flick and if you are familiar with the director, you know how sick that was. During the day, Mommie Dearest and I stopped and acted out a few of the scenes in the movie.
I was on a roll, and wanted to do more but, Miss Patti rang me up wanting to go to the mall. It seems she had a few gift certificates burning a hole one of her thousands of pocketbooks and wanted to spend! Spend! SPEND! Well, I couldn't let her spend alone, and neither could Chunkie so, we got showered (I hadn't showered since Wed and it was now Sat, shh, don't tell) and dressed and went SHOPPING! The Hamilton Mall was packed, like Christmas, ugh! Luckily, they got rid of all the holiday extras, the additional racks full of things you only see around Christmas and the fakafta decorations. So, even though it was busy, there was more room to shop. Mind you, I had exactly two dollars in my wallet so, I was at the mercy of my friends. I was simply brought along as the donkey, to carry the goods back to the chariot. That's fine. I got a meal out of it at Ruby Tuesdays. I bumped into a few of my customers from the club, working there.That was fun. When we got our check, we noticed that we didn't pay for a few things, which always makes my day. I love connections. The food was scrumptious! We got the burgers, which are always good. I opted for the "Macho Nacho Burger". Big, beefy and spicy, just like me! And let me just say, their bloody Marys are t-a-s-t-y! After a bit of shopping at Hot Topic, where I got a cute fitted pinstriped shirt, and Macy*s, where Miss Patti got a chair back massager that, frankly, is better than sex, we went on our way. Oh, she also had a gift card for one of those, what I call, Smelly Stores. Bath beads and candles and such. I didn't go in. With my nose, I go into olfactory overload and want to die.
We had plans to go to the movies to see the flick, The Chronicles of Narnia and identify the religious passages used throughout the film but, Chunk had to go to work. Miss Patti and I came to the penthouse and played on the computer (she got advance tickets for the upcoming King Tut exhibition that will be in Philadelphia in 2007) and then we sat down and watched, with the lights off and in surround sound, Underworld, the ultra cool and stylish vampire/werewolf flick. She had never seen it and I just LOVE that movie. The bonus was, they had previews sprinkled throughout the showing of the upcoming sequel Underworld: Evolution, opening next Friday! Woohoo! I loves me some vampire movies. I mean, they are about my kith and kin!
We decided to go to the gym after the movie, which ended at 10:30p. Well, when we looked outside, there was a few inches of SNOW on the ground! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN! Just a few hours before, I was walking around outside in a T-shirt and light jacket and now I am in a blizzard! My father always said, "If you live in New Jersey, you can live anywhere. We have ALL the weather!". Well, he's right. Needless to say, I walked Miss Patti down to her car, scraped the three inches of snow off the damn thing and sent her on her way before it got too bad. The rest of the evening was spent having to get up and put the channel back on that I was watching because the power kept going out and the telly kept going off and reseting to the Comcast channel. Not to mention that I wrote this whole entry last night and lost it in a power outage! Ugh!
Today, it seems my options are...well...rather limited. There are hellacious wind gusts outside and it's 29F/-1C degrees out. I ain't goin' nowhere! Except the gym with Little Jose, later, then work. Which, I have an inkling, will SUCK tonight.
Life, from one painful moment...to the next!
Yesterday, I got up early and had a cup of Joe. Well, there must have been rocket fuel in there because I was on a tear shortly thereafter. I don't know what got in to me but, I just started organizing everything. You know those piles of papers that collect on a table, or two. And that box over there...wait...what the hell IS in that box anyway? And that cabinet, what's in there, exactly, and why does it deserve a huge cabinet all by itself? Then there was the cooler sitting in the dining room still full of beer from the Alternate Thanksgiving. I forgot all about it since my flatmates put all this junk around it and I didn't even remember it was sitting there. So, while my other roommate, Mommie Dearest, took down the Christmas decorations, I cleaned and sorted the detrius of my life, and La Chunk's life. Oh, he was watching a movie. A John Waters flick and if you are familiar with the director, you know how sick that was. During the day, Mommie Dearest and I stopped and acted out a few of the scenes in the movie.
I was on a roll, and wanted to do more but, Miss Patti rang me up wanting to go to the mall. It seems she had a few gift certificates burning a hole one of her thousands of pocketbooks and wanted to spend! Spend! SPEND! Well, I couldn't let her spend alone, and neither could Chunkie so, we got showered (I hadn't showered since Wed and it was now Sat, shh, don't tell) and dressed and went SHOPPING! The Hamilton Mall was packed, like Christmas, ugh! Luckily, they got rid of all the holiday extras, the additional racks full of things you only see around Christmas and the fakafta decorations. So, even though it was busy, there was more room to shop. Mind you, I had exactly two dollars in my wallet so, I was at the mercy of my friends. I was simply brought along as the donkey, to carry the goods back to the chariot. That's fine. I got a meal out of it at Ruby Tuesdays. I bumped into a few of my customers from the club, working there.That was fun. When we got our check, we noticed that we didn't pay for a few things, which always makes my day. I love connections. The food was scrumptious! We got the burgers, which are always good. I opted for the "Macho Nacho Burger". Big, beefy and spicy, just like me! And let me just say, their bloody Marys are t-a-s-t-y! After a bit of shopping at Hot Topic, where I got a cute fitted pinstriped shirt, and Macy*s, where Miss Patti got a chair back massager that, frankly, is better than sex, we went on our way. Oh, she also had a gift card for one of those, what I call, Smelly Stores. Bath beads and candles and such. I didn't go in. With my nose, I go into olfactory overload and want to die.
We had plans to go to the movies to see the flick, The Chronicles of Narnia and identify the religious passages used throughout the film but, Chunk had to go to work. Miss Patti and I came to the penthouse and played on the computer (she got advance tickets for the upcoming King Tut exhibition that will be in Philadelphia in 2007) and then we sat down and watched, with the lights off and in surround sound, Underworld, the ultra cool and stylish vampire/werewolf flick. She had never seen it and I just LOVE that movie. The bonus was, they had previews sprinkled throughout the showing of the upcoming sequel Underworld: Evolution, opening next Friday! Woohoo! I loves me some vampire movies. I mean, they are about my kith and kin!
We decided to go to the gym after the movie, which ended at 10:30p. Well, when we looked outside, there was a few inches of SNOW on the ground! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN! Just a few hours before, I was walking around outside in a T-shirt and light jacket and now I am in a blizzard! My father always said, "If you live in New Jersey, you can live anywhere. We have ALL the weather!". Well, he's right. Needless to say, I walked Miss Patti down to her car, scraped the three inches of snow off the damn thing and sent her on her way before it got too bad. The rest of the evening was spent having to get up and put the channel back on that I was watching because the power kept going out and the telly kept going off and reseting to the Comcast channel. Not to mention that I wrote this whole entry last night and lost it in a power outage! Ugh!
Today, it seems my options are...well...rather limited. There are hellacious wind gusts outside and it's 29F/-1C degrees out. I ain't goin' nowhere! Except the gym with Little Jose, later, then work. Which, I have an inkling, will SUCK tonight.
Life, from one painful moment...to the next!
13 January 2006
Playing Catch-Up
I got called into work on Tuesday! Woohoo!
They had a hip-hop party scheduled for the evening, someone named The Jersey Devil was performing, he is supposed to have worked with Fifty Cent or something, I haven't a clue. They rang me up because they thought it was going to be very busy. I was working the side bar in Club Tru with another bartender but, it really wasn't getting all that busy. I asked the Asst. Manager if I could go, since it wouldn't be worth it having to share the little amount of tips we were getting and he said yes. I was waiting for my barpartner to take a quick break when a huge group of people started going up the stairs to the V.I.P. room. They came and got me and asked me to go up to help out, since there was only one bartender up there. It was quite busy upt there. Unfortunately, the club and the bar staff made no money. You see, our door staff didn't check the customers coming in (thankfully there were no guns. I guess the idiots at the door don't care if the club makes money or any of us get killed), and the customers came with their own alcohol. When we closed, I found out that the floor of the club was littered with bottles of liquor. Which explains why the liquor sales were not really that good and we as bartenders made no money. The party lasted until four in the morning and they were prompt in throwing everyone out. I went in to work on Wednesday. I wasn't on the schedule but, my GM told me I was working. When I asked if I was working on the side bar, he said no, you are on the main bar. That means I was replacing someone. Oops. He also told me it was my permanent shift, which came just in time, since I just found out that I lost my Babes shift. That's right, no more strippers for the near future. Damn! Alana and I had a ball working together, we've known each other for years, and I ended up breaking my cardinal rule and was in the Brass Rail until the gods know when. It was broad daylight and this vampire was without his sunglasses. When I finally got home, I passed out and slept right through until today. I am so mad, I missed the live Will & Grace. I heard it was hysterical. And the west coast version (live as well) had a huge gaff when the prop guy missed his cue. Damn Alana for keeping me out so late! So, now it's Friday and I have off. My gods, a Friday and Saturday off! I don't know what to do with myself. I am so upset that I didn't get the job at the club that I wanted. It really would have have been a great opportunity for me. They decided to go with someone else (more on this later in the original Mortimer's Cafe). So, if you hear of a job, let me know. I need something, bad!
They had a hip-hop party scheduled for the evening, someone named The Jersey Devil was performing, he is supposed to have worked with Fifty Cent or something, I haven't a clue. They rang me up because they thought it was going to be very busy. I was working the side bar in Club Tru with another bartender but, it really wasn't getting all that busy. I asked the Asst. Manager if I could go, since it wouldn't be worth it having to share the little amount of tips we were getting and he said yes. I was waiting for my barpartner to take a quick break when a huge group of people started going up the stairs to the V.I.P. room. They came and got me and asked me to go up to help out, since there was only one bartender up there. It was quite busy upt there. Unfortunately, the club and the bar staff made no money. You see, our door staff didn't check the customers coming in (thankfully there were no guns. I guess the idiots at the door don't care if the club makes money or any of us get killed), and the customers came with their own alcohol. When we closed, I found out that the floor of the club was littered with bottles of liquor. Which explains why the liquor sales were not really that good and we as bartenders made no money. The party lasted until four in the morning and they were prompt in throwing everyone out. I went in to work on Wednesday. I wasn't on the schedule but, my GM told me I was working. When I asked if I was working on the side bar, he said no, you are on the main bar. That means I was replacing someone. Oops. He also told me it was my permanent shift, which came just in time, since I just found out that I lost my Babes shift. That's right, no more strippers for the near future. Damn! Alana and I had a ball working together, we've known each other for years, and I ended up breaking my cardinal rule and was in the Brass Rail until the gods know when. It was broad daylight and this vampire was without his sunglasses. When I finally got home, I passed out and slept right through until today. I am so mad, I missed the live Will & Grace. I heard it was hysterical. And the west coast version (live as well) had a huge gaff when the prop guy missed his cue. Damn Alana for keeping me out so late! So, now it's Friday and I have off. My gods, a Friday and Saturday off! I don't know what to do with myself. I am so upset that I didn't get the job at the club that I wanted. It really would have have been a great opportunity for me. They decided to go with someone else (more on this later in the original Mortimer's Cafe). So, if you hear of a job, let me know. I need something, bad!
10 January 2006
Cute Waiters And Great Food
As I stated in the original Cafe entry From A View To The View, Miss Patti and I went gallivanting today, as predicted. And what a beautiful day to do so. It's positively wonderful outside. If this is winter, I'll take it year round! First we went to pick up her monies for the work she does for the club, there was something going in the office, a meeting or something so, we decided to do our next scheduled event, which was picking up the tickets for Heart/Alice In Chains/Dave Navarro at Trump Taj Mahal. We had to laugh, both Patti and I have a certain...umm...affection for Dave Navarro and the cashier at the box office was overjoyed to tell us that he had just been added to the bill. Extolling his rather sexier "virtues", we all ended up giggling like school girls at the ticket window. Then, to insure we weren't in a time crunch, we went immediately to the Hard Rock Cafe where I was able to drink but, alas, Miss Patti had to settle for coffee since she had to work soon after lunch. Our waiter was right up my alley, short, dark hair and cute. I am beginning to think I have a fetish. Give me a northern Irish midget and I am good to go, lol (Dan Harris from ABC News would be a perfect pocket boyfriend for me). We both had burgers, they are rather famous for them. Patti's had bacon, cheddar, fried onions and barbecue sauce, mine had bleu cheese crumbles and was well done, I don't like my burgers mooing when I eat them. The horseradish dipping sauce was to die for and really cleared out my sinuses! We sat and chatted, looking at all the rock memorabilia. Afterwards, we decided we had a little extra time so we took a tour through Taj Mahal. We both worked there and she hadn't been back since leaving for the Borgata several years ago and I hadn't been by since early summer '04. It looks pretty much the same except for anything to do with our former department. The coin departments have been phased out from the casino industry (they use cash and coupons to redeem your winnings) and it was strange to see the old coin redemptions walled up or being used for other purposes. Talk about feeling like relics. It was kind of a reflection of my current job ills, I feel like I am being phased out and there's nothing I can do about it. She had to go to work so we stopped by the office and the check wasn't ready, of course (more on this in the AOL Cafe). She left and I did my stroll home down the boardwalk, soaking in the sun and surf. How strange to be saying that in January! I got home and promptly fell asleep. I guess the full belly and the fresh air worked their magic spell and took me to slumber land.
Tonight, I have another gym date. It's all I do now. Work out. Then it's off to the club to chat with my GM once more. It seems I am down to one day a week at work. I really need something more if I am going to stay afloat until Valentine's Day.
Tonight, I have another gym date. It's all I do now. Work out. Then it's off to the club to chat with my GM once more. It seems I am down to one day a week at work. I really need something more if I am going to stay afloat until Valentine's Day.
09 January 2006
Horriblescope
Taurus
April 19 - May 19
You have an unusual gift for making a situation seem less dramatic, dear Taurus. Today, you will witness crises of all kinds. You will be the one who reassures people and who is able to sum up the situation objectively, without panicking or exaggerating. This, coupled with the legendary calm of a Taurus, makes for a great combination!
Lies. All lies. They didn't factor in my dramatic skills found commonly in most people of my ilk. I do "sum up the situation objectively" and can boil things down to the nitty gritty, which somehow still gets me in trouble but, I am very prone to exaggeration.
Work last evening was quite fun. I was almost late, I had walked to the gym, worked out and was in the zone when I realized I had to leave and book it home if I was going to get back in enough time and get ready for work. I had waited and waited to go to the gym, since I had a previously scheduled meeting but, I never received a text message that it was on so I just went and worked out. Most people hate my hair. I love that everyone is so honest. I think? It's kind of hard to accept so much negativity but, I'll live. Little Jose and I had fun at the club, it was rather busy in the beginning and we made some money. Not as much as last week but, it wasn't too bad for the middle of winter.
Speaking of winter, where is it? It was sixty-two today and will hover around sixty for the week. I AM LOVING IT!
Miss Patti is picking me up around eleven for a return engagement at the house of pain, also known as Island Gym. I actually can't wait. I am getting back into the routine of working out but, I am at a plateau again, and it's frustrating. I want to be a little bigger, and I think I should be bigger by now but, I just seem to be staying at the same level. I did raise the weights again but, I just seem to be getting stronger, not bigger. Oh well.
I made dinner for the flatmate, pasta and a salad. This is two days in a row that I made dinner. How the hell did I get so domesticated? Oh, by the way, the pot roast came out fabulous! I put some whole peppercorns in there while it was cooking and it came out peppery and spicy. YUM!
The telly sucks tonight. I think I will clean something before I go to the gym.
I am getting domesticated! UGH!
April 19 - May 19
You have an unusual gift for making a situation seem less dramatic, dear Taurus. Today, you will witness crises of all kinds. You will be the one who reassures people and who is able to sum up the situation objectively, without panicking or exaggerating. This, coupled with the legendary calm of a Taurus, makes for a great combination!
Lies. All lies. They didn't factor in my dramatic skills found commonly in most people of my ilk. I do "sum up the situation objectively" and can boil things down to the nitty gritty, which somehow still gets me in trouble but, I am very prone to exaggeration.
Work last evening was quite fun. I was almost late, I had walked to the gym, worked out and was in the zone when I realized I had to leave and book it home if I was going to get back in enough time and get ready for work. I had waited and waited to go to the gym, since I had a previously scheduled meeting but, I never received a text message that it was on so I just went and worked out. Most people hate my hair. I love that everyone is so honest. I think? It's kind of hard to accept so much negativity but, I'll live. Little Jose and I had fun at the club, it was rather busy in the beginning and we made some money. Not as much as last week but, it wasn't too bad for the middle of winter.
Speaking of winter, where is it? It was sixty-two today and will hover around sixty for the week. I AM LOVING IT!
Miss Patti is picking me up around eleven for a return engagement at the house of pain, also known as Island Gym. I actually can't wait. I am getting back into the routine of working out but, I am at a plateau again, and it's frustrating. I want to be a little bigger, and I think I should be bigger by now but, I just seem to be staying at the same level. I did raise the weights again but, I just seem to be getting stronger, not bigger. Oh well.
I made dinner for the flatmate, pasta and a salad. This is two days in a row that I made dinner. How the hell did I get so domesticated? Oh, by the way, the pot roast came out fabulous! I put some whole peppercorns in there while it was cooking and it came out peppery and spicy. YUM!
The telly sucks tonight. I think I will clean something before I go to the gym.
I am getting domesticated! UGH!
08 January 2006
What Day Is This, Part II
I put a roast for beef stew with vegtables in the crock pot earlier today and let me tell you, the penthouse is smelling delicious! My constitutional down the boardwalk was quite nice. The weather was a perfect combination of chill and warmth. Just enough to let you know it's winter but, nice enough not to warrant a parka and battery-operated socks. I traveled my usual route and ended up right outside the club, where I bumped into Miss Tene. Don't worry, with all of her padding, I was unharmed. We chatted about the usual gossip concerning the club last night, and I got a further report from my other sources a short time ago. Go to my other Cafe location for all the juicy details! With all the uncertainty going on, like the rumour of a hit list, I have not been sleeping well. Tossing and turning and mulling over everything going on at the club. I would say that I have no fear of losing my job because I am very good at what I do. It's just that no job is safe and secure in these times and in this industry and with people betraying you at every turn, I am unsure of my standing anymore and I don't see anyway out of it. Just keeping hunkered down and doing the best job possible is not enough. And I just don't know what is. Everything happens for a reason and I have survived before it's just, I love working there and I don't want to lose that. Maybe the new position will bring better things, who knows. That is, if I get it.
Well, it's time for dinner, I can't wait. It's my first pot roast so I am eager to see how I did with my new found Betty Crocker skills.
Then it's off to the gym and then work.
Gods, it's weird being off on Saturdays.
Well, it's time for dinner, I can't wait. It's my first pot roast so I am eager to see how I did with my new found Betty Crocker skills.
Then it's off to the gym and then work.
Gods, it's weird being off on Saturdays.
What Day Is This?
How weird. To be off on Saturday night. I am beside myself. Except for this past Christmas (which really doesn't count), I haven't had a Saturday night off in years. So what did I do? I watched movies and then slept. The last of the big time party boys, right? It's unbelievable.
I have to work tonight, yippie! I never thought I would say that. Friday was a non-event. It was so slow at Babes, they let me go at four in the morning, I think I made $10. That's rounding up. What a difference a week makes. Now, with the club being closed, I am really re-thinking this whole "depending on the kindness of strangers" crap. There is an opportunity to get a regular job, within our company, that would mean a salary which, although boring, would solve a lot of the stress that I have around the winter time when the pickings are slim. I have typed up my resume and I am going to turn it in tonight. Wish me luck!
I think I am going to go take a walk, it's almost fifty degrees at one in the afternoon and I haven't done a Sunday stroll in ages! Hell, usually, I am just getting home right now, lol, ready to die.
See you on the boards!
I have to work tonight, yippie! I never thought I would say that. Friday was a non-event. It was so slow at Babes, they let me go at four in the morning, I think I made $10. That's rounding up. What a difference a week makes. Now, with the club being closed, I am really re-thinking this whole "depending on the kindness of strangers" crap. There is an opportunity to get a regular job, within our company, that would mean a salary which, although boring, would solve a lot of the stress that I have around the winter time when the pickings are slim. I have typed up my resume and I am going to turn it in tonight. Wish me luck!
I think I am going to go take a walk, it's almost fifty degrees at one in the afternoon and I haven't done a Sunday stroll in ages! Hell, usually, I am just getting home right now, lol, ready to die.
See you on the boards!
A Case For War (R)
I love where I live (the United States) and the time I live in. You can't beat it. We all have charmed lives. We all live in quite possibly the best place and time you could possibly live. Yes, it's romantic to think about living in ancient Rome or Victorian England but, when you factor in the daily living chores, the travel expense (just the time expense alone would be prohibitive), and medical care, you just can't beat living in this day and age. Most people in the past (a hundred years ago and further) never left the few miles surrounding their home. Be it city or farm, the few miles radius around their home encompassed their whole world. Unless you were a soldier or merchant trader, you really didn't get to do or see much. Now, we call half a state our "home" and travel the world (rather cheaply, comparatively), and even if we don't travel, we have television and the Internet. The former gives us wonderful visuals of the world around us, through drama and comedy and PBS and the latter contains the sum total of human knowledge, more being added every day! We have heat and air conditioning in our homes, to keep the temperature "just right" and we have refrigerator to keep our exotic foods fresh that we got in the middle of winter at the local grocery store. Which routinely stocks fresh vegetables and tropical citrus fruits and all manner of foodstuffs galore every day, year round. There are warehouses posing as stores (WalMart, Sam's Club) full of everything you'd ever need, for a small fee.
Life is good. And it only gets better. Just think how far we have progressed since the fifties. The sixties. The seventies (just in fashion sense alone, lol). We, as a culture, are way better off than before, and getting better. Now, for all the naysayers, who will start with the homeless problem and poverty and hunger within our own country I say this, we have government sponsored programs and private organizations that address those ills. Money to spend on our poor and money well spent. In no time throughout history can you be considered poor and hungry when you have a running car, a roof over your head and a job. Except now. We have no real concept of what "poor" is. Of what "hungry" is. Our biggest gripes seem to be over the fact that the cable went out and I wanted to watch telly. Yes, there is poverty here but, it's not the poverty that can be found elsewhere and throughout time.
But, all of this wonder, all of this wealth, all of this comfort comes at a price. Everything we have done as a species, all the advances we have leaped and jumped to have all been brought about when we harnessed the power of fossil fuels.
Yes, oil.
That stuff the dinosaurs and plant life from millions and millions of years ago that decayed and pressurized and underwent a mystical change to lie underground waiting to be found. Black gold. Texas Tea. It revolutionized the world. Everything changed once the applications of it's uses could be exploited. Petrol for our cars. Plastics from petroleum by-products for our products. Rocket fuels for our rockets. Oil. That wonder from the deepest recesses of Mother Earth, that black milk that feeds our societies. Nourishes our cultures. Fuels our economies and our very way of life.
Nothing you do, nothing you have, could be possible today without somehow being affected by the production and use of oil.
It means everything. Everything. EVERYTHING! It is the life giver (and now, through war, the life taker as well). Our lives are so enriched by what oil does for us. And it's uses have aided in every advance to make our lives better. Imagine, if you will, how much better our grandchildren's and our grandchildren's children will be if the advances keep coming. And to fuel these advances, we need...well...fuel.
There are other sources out there. Solar. Nuclear. Wind. Viable sources, to be sure. But right now, they don't have the potential that oil has shown us. And we have no need to find their potential uses while oil is just lying about in the ground waiting to be sucked out and put to use. And they don't have the infrastructure that has been in place for the gathering, distribution and use of oil.
But there lies the problem.
How much oil is left?
The answer is, no one has a clue. Oh, you can show me studies that say the oil reserves are seriously depleted and I can show you studies that say we have more than enough. There are just too many variables to be absolutely sure about how much is down there and how long it will last. But, you can be sure of one thing, it is a finite resource. It will run out.
Eventually.
China. India. I think we can all agree, they have HUGE populations. These are countries on the brink of revolution. Not like our Revolution, I mean a revolution in their society and culture. You see, they like what we have. They have tasted the good life, and they want more. More. MORE! Our great American companies have awakened a giant (or two). By sending jobs overseas to reap huge profits while raping employees of their wages, they have caused an unexpected shift in the global outlook. While these people in foreign lands are making crappy pay, they are learning what that crappy pay can pay for which, in their current economy, is quite a lot. But, they are also getting something else for their crappy wages, knowledge. Knowledge is a dangerous thing. Because now, they know what they were missing. And now, they have the keys to get what they have been denied all this time. Capitalism, the want and greed of the almighty dollar has toppled all societies. Not Democracy. That was just a means to an end, clearing the way to let capitalism run rampant and unchecked to give us all the riches we could possible want. And exploit.
And now "they" have it. They have been infected by it. And it's a dangerous thing. Because what fuels that avarice and greed? What increases your potential to gain and reap? What means do you have to buy, Buy, BUY!
Oil.
And there is a whole lot of it still sitting under the deserts in the middle east. We aren't there fighting the terrorists, they are but an unfortunate nuisance because. now we will have to contend and compete with the giant China for these finite resources. Maybe not right now and maybe not in the near future but, we will. And it won't be pretty.
That's why we are in Iraq. And that's why we should be. We need a foothold, hell, a strong military presence over the teat of Mother Earth and her precious black milk. Because we will be fighting a larger battle with the giants that have awoke and are hungry. Hungry for the fuel that will feed their countries. Their greed. Their "revolutions". The price we are paying right now in Iraq with American lives is dear and steep. One life, one dead soldier is a horrible price to pay but, we will be in a much larger battle and spending a far greater price in life when we are competing for oil.
Because it will come to that.
And now, we are fighting for possession of that finite resource and we have to. And it's better to fight now, against a weaker and smaller enemy than against a strong and powerful and huge enemy. Everything we are as a people and as a society demands that we keep the oil flowing. TO US. Because if we do not, we will have a whole lot more to complain about than losing our cable for the day. Or getting bumped off of AOL. We will learn what is is to really be hungry. To really be poor. And we will be living in those "romantic" times of yesteryear, when there was no oil. And death and disease and hunger and the wolves, were literally at your door.
That's what changed my mind. Our future.
Life is good. And it only gets better. Just think how far we have progressed since the fifties. The sixties. The seventies (just in fashion sense alone, lol). We, as a culture, are way better off than before, and getting better. Now, for all the naysayers, who will start with the homeless problem and poverty and hunger within our own country I say this, we have government sponsored programs and private organizations that address those ills. Money to spend on our poor and money well spent. In no time throughout history can you be considered poor and hungry when you have a running car, a roof over your head and a job. Except now. We have no real concept of what "poor" is. Of what "hungry" is. Our biggest gripes seem to be over the fact that the cable went out and I wanted to watch telly. Yes, there is poverty here but, it's not the poverty that can be found elsewhere and throughout time.
But, all of this wonder, all of this wealth, all of this comfort comes at a price. Everything we have done as a species, all the advances we have leaped and jumped to have all been brought about when we harnessed the power of fossil fuels.
Yes, oil.
That stuff the dinosaurs and plant life from millions and millions of years ago that decayed and pressurized and underwent a mystical change to lie underground waiting to be found. Black gold. Texas Tea. It revolutionized the world. Everything changed once the applications of it's uses could be exploited. Petrol for our cars. Plastics from petroleum by-products for our products. Rocket fuels for our rockets. Oil. That wonder from the deepest recesses of Mother Earth, that black milk that feeds our societies. Nourishes our cultures. Fuels our economies and our very way of life.
Nothing you do, nothing you have, could be possible today without somehow being affected by the production and use of oil.
It means everything. Everything. EVERYTHING! It is the life giver (and now, through war, the life taker as well). Our lives are so enriched by what oil does for us. And it's uses have aided in every advance to make our lives better. Imagine, if you will, how much better our grandchildren's and our grandchildren's children will be if the advances keep coming. And to fuel these advances, we need...well...fuel.
There are other sources out there. Solar. Nuclear. Wind. Viable sources, to be sure. But right now, they don't have the potential that oil has shown us. And we have no need to find their potential uses while oil is just lying about in the ground waiting to be sucked out and put to use. And they don't have the infrastructure that has been in place for the gathering, distribution and use of oil.
But there lies the problem.
How much oil is left?
The answer is, no one has a clue. Oh, you can show me studies that say the oil reserves are seriously depleted and I can show you studies that say we have more than enough. There are just too many variables to be absolutely sure about how much is down there and how long it will last. But, you can be sure of one thing, it is a finite resource. It will run out.
Eventually.
China. India. I think we can all agree, they have HUGE populations. These are countries on the brink of revolution. Not like our Revolution, I mean a revolution in their society and culture. You see, they like what we have. They have tasted the good life, and they want more. More. MORE! Our great American companies have awakened a giant (or two). By sending jobs overseas to reap huge profits while raping employees of their wages, they have caused an unexpected shift in the global outlook. While these people in foreign lands are making crappy pay, they are learning what that crappy pay can pay for which, in their current economy, is quite a lot. But, they are also getting something else for their crappy wages, knowledge. Knowledge is a dangerous thing. Because now, they know what they were missing. And now, they have the keys to get what they have been denied all this time. Capitalism, the want and greed of the almighty dollar has toppled all societies. Not Democracy. That was just a means to an end, clearing the way to let capitalism run rampant and unchecked to give us all the riches we could possible want. And exploit.
And now "they" have it. They have been infected by it. And it's a dangerous thing. Because what fuels that avarice and greed? What increases your potential to gain and reap? What means do you have to buy, Buy, BUY!
Oil.
And there is a whole lot of it still sitting under the deserts in the middle east. We aren't there fighting the terrorists, they are but an unfortunate nuisance because. now we will have to contend and compete with the giant China for these finite resources. Maybe not right now and maybe not in the near future but, we will. And it won't be pretty.
That's why we are in Iraq. And that's why we should be. We need a foothold, hell, a strong military presence over the teat of Mother Earth and her precious black milk. Because we will be fighting a larger battle with the giants that have awoke and are hungry. Hungry for the fuel that will feed their countries. Their greed. Their "revolutions". The price we are paying right now in Iraq with American lives is dear and steep. One life, one dead soldier is a horrible price to pay but, we will be in a much larger battle and spending a far greater price in life when we are competing for oil.
Because it will come to that.
And now, we are fighting for possession of that finite resource and we have to. And it's better to fight now, against a weaker and smaller enemy than against a strong and powerful and huge enemy. Everything we are as a people and as a society demands that we keep the oil flowing. TO US. Because if we do not, we will have a whole lot more to complain about than losing our cable for the day. Or getting bumped off of AOL. We will learn what is is to really be hungry. To really be poor. And we will be living in those "romantic" times of yesteryear, when there was no oil. And death and disease and hunger and the wolves, were literally at your door.
That's what changed my mind. Our future.
06 January 2006
More Subjects From A Scattered Mind
Well, I went to the gym. I will know tomorrow if it was a good idea. All day, my rib felt better but, right before it was time to go, it started to bother me. I couldn't do a lot of my routine because it just kept getting worse. It feels fine now but, I fear that tomorrow I will wake up in pain.
I chatted with Little Jose and he is willing to work on Saturdays when we reopen if they don't hire Johanna back. That's good, I would rather work with someone I know even though I would rather have a woman. It's just better for business to have male and female behind the bar.
I have gotten mixed reactions to my hair, of course. It doesn't matter since I can't afford the salon right now, it's the cheapest course of action. Now I don't have the salon fees and have to buy hair product.
Going to bed. There's nothing else to do.
I chatted with Little Jose and he is willing to work on Saturdays when we reopen if they don't hire Johanna back. That's good, I would rather work with someone I know even though I would rather have a woman. It's just better for business to have male and female behind the bar.
I have gotten mixed reactions to my hair, of course. It doesn't matter since I can't afford the salon right now, it's the cheapest course of action. Now I don't have the salon fees and have to buy hair product.
Going to bed. There's nothing else to do.
Crazy He Calls Me!
Cubby tagged me. Bitch!
These are the rules of the game: You must write a journal entry listing the 5 things that drive you CRAZY ~ as well as the rules of the game... Then, you select five people to tag and link their names/blogs in your entry... Go to their journals and leave a comment informing them they have been tagged by you and to read your journal to see in what way they have been nailed...! Those five then MUST write an entry listing What drives them crazy and tag an additional five people...
What Drives Me Crazy!!!!
1.) People who talk on mobile phones in public and make sure everyone is hearing their inane conversation, "Yo, I'm on the jitney...yea...yea...uh huh...yea...what?...What?...WHAT?...oh...yea...yea...I told you, I'm on the jitney...yea...". I just want to take the bloody thing and cram it right up their unimportant ass!
2.) When people justify how open minded they are with the phrase, "I have black/gay/Asian/whatever friends!". So what. Saying something prejudicial about a group of people and then trying to justify yourself by claiming to have friends of that group means you are NOT their friend.
3.) Bad fashion. People, just because they make it in your size doesn't mean you should wear it. It's like putting toothpaste back into the tube.
4.) Bad manners. I cannot abide rudeness. It only takes a second to say "please" or "thank you" or "may I" or "excuse me". I hate being told to give something. And then they wonder why I say, "Fuck you!"
5.) Narrowmindedness. It boggles my open mind that people just WILL NOT listen to another point of view. They will not entertain that they may be wrong, or that two people can be right about the same thing, just different. I can't fathom how they get through life. I can be stubborn but, I do listen and I do think about things, and I have changed my mind on many subjects (case in point, the Iraqi War. I actually think it's necessary, now).
I am not tagging anyone.
These are the rules of the game: You must write a journal entry listing the 5 things that drive you CRAZY ~ as well as the rules of the game... Then, you select five people to tag and link their names/blogs in your entry... Go to their journals and leave a comment informing them they have been tagged by you and to read your journal to see in what way they have been nailed...! Those five then MUST write an entry listing What drives them crazy and tag an additional five people...
What Drives Me Crazy!!!!
1.) People who talk on mobile phones in public and make sure everyone is hearing their inane conversation, "Yo, I'm on the jitney...yea...yea...uh huh...yea...what?...What?...WHAT?...oh...yea...yea...I told you, I'm on the jitney...yea...". I just want to take the bloody thing and cram it right up their unimportant ass!
2.) When people justify how open minded they are with the phrase, "I have black/gay/Asian/whatever friends!". So what. Saying something prejudicial about a group of people and then trying to justify yourself by claiming to have friends of that group means you are NOT their friend.
3.) Bad fashion. People, just because they make it in your size doesn't mean you should wear it. It's like putting toothpaste back into the tube.
4.) Bad manners. I cannot abide rudeness. It only takes a second to say "please" or "thank you" or "may I" or "excuse me". I hate being told to give something. And then they wonder why I say, "Fuck you!"
5.) Narrowmindedness. It boggles my open mind that people just WILL NOT listen to another point of view. They will not entertain that they may be wrong, or that two people can be right about the same thing, just different. I can't fathom how they get through life. I can be stubborn but, I do listen and I do think about things, and I have changed my mind on many subjects (case in point, the Iraqi War. I actually think it's necessary, now).
I am not tagging anyone.
05 January 2006
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Pick A Subject, Here's Several Choices
Oh, goodie! We have another computer security warning to be afraid of. This is just faboo. Like I need this on my plate right now. Thankfully (I can't believe I am about to say this but) the AOL Overlords have deemed to get off their asses and update things for me. How nice for me. How nice for everybody.
I am still reeling about the news of Johanna getting fired. I am really not having a great 2006 and it's only six bloody days into the new year. I would ask "what next?" but I am afraid of the answer!
I have done nothing for days now. That is not good. I now feel well enough (read: my rib isn't throbbing, just a dull ache) to go back to the gym. It seems that everytime I get back into the swing of the gym, something comes up to stop me (read: Little Jose sneaks up and bear hugs me again). I am determined to have a god-bod by summer. That way, I can break a rib or arm or something on that little putz. I am just joking, he's my buddy and he's so afraid of me it's not even funny. That's why he jumps me, he knows I can kick his ass.
The mining tragedy has really upset me. I went to the club on Tuesday thinking that everything was great, they found them alive! When I came home, several hours later, I was stunned at the news. It's such a shame and horrible for these poor people to have to be sent on that emotional roller coaster. I can not imagine how they feel. My heart goes out to them. I hope the survivor pulls through and can tell us what happened.
The weather here has been nice, in the fifties which is great for January. They keep saying it's gonna get cold and then we have another warm front. I am not complaining.
I am trying to find our clippers, I am going to shave my head, again. With my newly found unemployment, I can't afford the salon treatment, like I am want, so I am opting for the military/cheap look. It sucks being poor, I can't wait until the club reopens and then the season kicks in.
My second year anniversary is coming up for our other Mortimer's Cafe location on 28 January. I am thinking of doing a compendium of my favourite entries from over the years, or maybe the silliest. I haven't decided. Now that I have so much free time, I can sift through all that treacle and put something together for everyone to enjoy. Or ignore. Whatever.
Well, I would say it's time for dinner but, that ain't gonna happen. The cupboards are bare and I am in no mood to go hunting.
Just joking, I have been eating like a maniac. And what the hell am I going to hunt in Atlantic City?
Jitneys?
I am still reeling about the news of Johanna getting fired. I am really not having a great 2006 and it's only six bloody days into the new year. I would ask "what next?" but I am afraid of the answer!
I have done nothing for days now. That is not good. I now feel well enough (read: my rib isn't throbbing, just a dull ache) to go back to the gym. It seems that everytime I get back into the swing of the gym, something comes up to stop me (read: Little Jose sneaks up and bear hugs me again). I am determined to have a god-bod by summer. That way, I can break a rib or arm or something on that little putz. I am just joking, he's my buddy and he's so afraid of me it's not even funny. That's why he jumps me, he knows I can kick his ass.
The mining tragedy has really upset me. I went to the club on Tuesday thinking that everything was great, they found them alive! When I came home, several hours later, I was stunned at the news. It's such a shame and horrible for these poor people to have to be sent on that emotional roller coaster. I can not imagine how they feel. My heart goes out to them. I hope the survivor pulls through and can tell us what happened.
The weather here has been nice, in the fifties which is great for January. They keep saying it's gonna get cold and then we have another warm front. I am not complaining.
I am trying to find our clippers, I am going to shave my head, again. With my newly found unemployment, I can't afford the salon treatment, like I am want, so I am opting for the military/cheap look. It sucks being poor, I can't wait until the club reopens and then the season kicks in.
My second year anniversary is coming up for our other Mortimer's Cafe location on 28 January. I am thinking of doing a compendium of my favourite entries from over the years, or maybe the silliest. I haven't decided. Now that I have so much free time, I can sift through all that treacle and put something together for everyone to enjoy. Or ignore. Whatever.
Well, I would say it's time for dinner but, that ain't gonna happen. The cupboards are bare and I am in no mood to go hunting.
Just joking, I have been eating like a maniac. And what the hell am I going to hunt in Atlantic City?
Jitneys?
03 January 2006
Amateur Night (Edited)
That is what I call New Year's Eve. People who don't (or shouldn't) normally go out, do.
Now to begin, at the beginning. I was late for work, making my GM a little unhappy. First, I woke up with intense pain in my rib. Right where Little Jose bear hugged me a week ago and bruised and/or cracked my rib. It took me forever to get ready. Not the best way to start off the "new year". And it's not that I was really late, I was there before ten but, he wanted us there early for a preshift meeting. I got there exactly at ten. There was also an accident on Pacific Avenue which blocked up the Jitneys, I don't think that he wholly accepted my legitimate excuse.
Then, I realized my bar backs must have also been late considering that my bar was not compleatly set up, yet. And, the one register was down, the one I prefer to use since it is right next to me. On top of that, I didn't get a chance to rearrange my bar to the way I like it before we got hit. And we got hit! They came streaming in like a tsumani and it never stopped. Never. During the photo in the last entry, whilst we were taking the picture people were screaming for cocktails. We ran around and around and around, making everything under the sun. But one thing I just can't understand, when a bar has open bar, do you really think we are giving away the expensive hooch? Honestly! These people were so demanding. Everyone wanted the good stuff, and thought I would provide it for them with a simple "come on dude, it's a holiday". Bite me. I think I said that all night.
All of this was a blur. I remember it suddenly being midnight and we did the usual celebrations/random kissing thing. I never had the free champagne, damn. My rib felt much better since I was feeling no pain by the time Little Jose came to break me (the shots the lovely patrons bought for me were a great help). And he did. And not in the way I needed to be...well...broken. He jumped over the bar, and proceeded to bear hug me AGAIN! Stupid child. I spent my entire break in a great deal of pain.
The rest of the night was, of course, a total blur.
We have a thing; if we feel money by five or six in the morning when we put money through the hole in the top of our tip box, it will be a good night. We felt money before midnight. KaChing!
Now, we were rolling right along, non stop when they shut the Club Tru side around 8:45am. We got double slammed with those revelers. I wanted to die. Suddenly, I hear something wrong with the music. It sounded like we were under water. Then the announcement comes over the sound system. We are experiencing technical difficulties. The party is moving over to Club Tru side.
Oh! My! God!
We had to shut down our registers, grab everything and dash over to Tru, re-open the registers there and begin working behind the bars over there. It was insane. But I will say one thing, we didn't miss a techno beat! The party raged on and on until one-thirty in the afternoon. Thankfully, mercifully, we shut down and began the long process of counting out and cleaning up.
As a celebratory thing at the end, I asked Dorian to cut open my coconut that I got from Ft. Lauderdale to drink. He hacked and cut and hacked at it. By the time he got it open, I didn't really want it anymore but, I felt bad that he expended so much effort for my expense, I had to drink the foul liquid that came out of it. Coy informed me that they used a cyanide based inoculation for the yellowing disease, obviously all the alcohol I consumed killed the poison, lol! Hell, nothing at that club has killed me in fifteen years of working there, a little cyanide ain't gonna make a bit of difference.
We VERY well paid our barbacks for a job VERY well done, rang the Brinks truck to come get us while we crammed the money from our drawers into the bank bags, turned them in and went home to pass the hell out.
Then, I had to get up and go to work on Sunday.
Now to begin, at the beginning. I was late for work, making my GM a little unhappy. First, I woke up with intense pain in my rib. Right where Little Jose bear hugged me a week ago and bruised and/or cracked my rib. It took me forever to get ready. Not the best way to start off the "new year". And it's not that I was really late, I was there before ten but, he wanted us there early for a preshift meeting. I got there exactly at ten. There was also an accident on Pacific Avenue which blocked up the Jitneys, I don't think that he wholly accepted my legitimate excuse.
Then, I realized my bar backs must have also been late considering that my bar was not compleatly set up, yet. And, the one register was down, the one I prefer to use since it is right next to me. On top of that, I didn't get a chance to rearrange my bar to the way I like it before we got hit. And we got hit! They came streaming in like a tsumani and it never stopped. Never. During the photo in the last entry, whilst we were taking the picture people were screaming for cocktails. We ran around and around and around, making everything under the sun. But one thing I just can't understand, when a bar has open bar, do you really think we are giving away the expensive hooch? Honestly! These people were so demanding. Everyone wanted the good stuff, and thought I would provide it for them with a simple "come on dude, it's a holiday". Bite me. I think I said that all night.
All of this was a blur. I remember it suddenly being midnight and we did the usual celebrations/random kissing thing. I never had the free champagne, damn. My rib felt much better since I was feeling no pain by the time Little Jose came to break me (the shots the lovely patrons bought for me were a great help). And he did. And not in the way I needed to be...well...broken. He jumped over the bar, and proceeded to bear hug me AGAIN! Stupid child. I spent my entire break in a great deal of pain.
The rest of the night was, of course, a total blur.
We have a thing; if we feel money by five or six in the morning when we put money through the hole in the top of our tip box, it will be a good night. We felt money before midnight. KaChing!
Now, we were rolling right along, non stop when they shut the Club Tru side around 8:45am. We got double slammed with those revelers. I wanted to die. Suddenly, I hear something wrong with the music. It sounded like we were under water. Then the announcement comes over the sound system. We are experiencing technical difficulties. The party is moving over to Club Tru side.
Oh! My! God!
We had to shut down our registers, grab everything and dash over to Tru, re-open the registers there and begin working behind the bars over there. It was insane. But I will say one thing, we didn't miss a techno beat! The party raged on and on until one-thirty in the afternoon. Thankfully, mercifully, we shut down and began the long process of counting out and cleaning up.
As a celebratory thing at the end, I asked Dorian to cut open my coconut that I got from Ft. Lauderdale to drink. He hacked and cut and hacked at it. By the time he got it open, I didn't really want it anymore but, I felt bad that he expended so much effort for my expense, I had to drink the foul liquid that came out of it. Coy informed me that they used a cyanide based inoculation for the yellowing disease, obviously all the alcohol I consumed killed the poison, lol! Hell, nothing at that club has killed me in fifteen years of working there, a little cyanide ain't gonna make a bit of difference.
We VERY well paid our barbacks for a job VERY well done, rang the Brinks truck to come get us while we crammed the money from our drawers into the bank bags, turned them in and went home to pass the hell out.
Then, I had to get up and go to work on Sunday.
29 December 2005
Fanatics!
"Damn Yankee, you wouldn't know style if it bit your dick off."-Anonymous comment left on this journal
It seems I have a fan! I am so excited. But, let me just say this, Anonymous, that you seem to be the one without the dick since you didn't even have the balls to sign your rather risque comment.
Thanks again from taking the time out of your busy day to leave me some...ahem...love. At least for that second, you left somebody else alone. For that, I am most grateful!
It seems I have a fan! I am so excited. But, let me just say this, Anonymous, that you seem to be the one without the dick since you didn't even have the balls to sign your rather risque comment.
Thanks again from taking the time out of your busy day to leave me some...ahem...love. At least for that second, you left somebody else alone. For that, I am most grateful!
28 December 2005
No News Is Not Good News (R)
When I first saw the blurb about me losing my job for a month, I was, in a word, speechless. Chunkie came over from the living room to see what had me so upset. I rang everyone that would be affected, sounding the alarm, so to speak, and then I left a message with my manger to see if he could shed some light on this rather pertinent subject. I mean, I really didn't like the fact that I would be working the whole evening on New Year's Eve and then be told, "Hoy, cheers, thanks alot! See you in a month." He rang back and left a message on my mobile that if I wanted to talk, he would be at the club last night and we could talk.
After showering, I got to the club and he was doing liquor inventory so I had to wait to speak to him. I had previously arranged for Miss Patti to pick me up and take me to the gym (she had a staff Christmas party to attend at a bar in my neighborhood). By the time he was finished, Patti had arrived. He still had things to attend to so, I decided to go to the gym whilst he did his thing and then come back for a meeting. Miss Patti was insistent she was going to pick me up from the gym and take me back to the club, I had informed her of the upcoming closure so she wanted to have first hand information of my meeting with my manager.
I didn't ring Patti because, I just needed to clear my head before I sat down with my GM. Thankfully, I went to the gym and worked out really hard and walked the five miles to the club before the meeting. I was able to blow off a lot of steam and get my thoughts straight before dealing with this. I am glad I did because our meeting was rather serious. We started off by agreeing to take the gloves off and talk straight up about a few things. It got heated very quickly. Those who are regular readers of the Cafe know I have been very unhappy with my manager and it has been affecting my job performance. We dealt with a lot of issues before even addressing the closure. He has been very unhappy with me and with good reason, I am big enough to admit that I can be a prima donna and very judgemental. I can also be quite the "spoiled brat" and annoying and he gave me a much deserved dressing down about a few things. And I am very glad that we had this chat. It was needed. I am hoping it cleared a lot of air between us and things will change where our working relationship and our friendship is concerned.
As an aside, things are done between my former friend Phil and I. I learned something at the meeting that "broke the camel's back", as they say. I do not, and will not, suffer so-called friends such as that.
"Here's your knife from my back, Phil, it didn't go with my outfit."
To continue, I now know that Sundays are being moved over to Club Tru (using the Studio staff), so I will still have at least one shift a week to count on. They may split shifts or give us something else during the interim to compensate (although nothing will quite compensate the main bar on a Saturday night). The silver lining is, after the renovations are finished, we will have a whole new reason for patrons to come to the Studio Six. Something to look forward to. People will come out of the woodwork to see what we've done to the old girl!
And I will be there.
Waiting to serve.
After showering, I got to the club and he was doing liquor inventory so I had to wait to speak to him. I had previously arranged for Miss Patti to pick me up and take me to the gym (she had a staff Christmas party to attend at a bar in my neighborhood). By the time he was finished, Patti had arrived. He still had things to attend to so, I decided to go to the gym whilst he did his thing and then come back for a meeting. Miss Patti was insistent she was going to pick me up from the gym and take me back to the club, I had informed her of the upcoming closure so she wanted to have first hand information of my meeting with my manager.
I didn't ring Patti because, I just needed to clear my head before I sat down with my GM. Thankfully, I went to the gym and worked out really hard and walked the five miles to the club before the meeting. I was able to blow off a lot of steam and get my thoughts straight before dealing with this. I am glad I did because our meeting was rather serious. We started off by agreeing to take the gloves off and talk straight up about a few things. It got heated very quickly. Those who are regular readers of the Cafe know I have been very unhappy with my manager and it has been affecting my job performance. We dealt with a lot of issues before even addressing the closure. He has been very unhappy with me and with good reason, I am big enough to admit that I can be a prima donna and very judgemental. I can also be quite the "spoiled brat" and annoying and he gave me a much deserved dressing down about a few things. And I am very glad that we had this chat. It was needed. I am hoping it cleared a lot of air between us and things will change where our working relationship and our friendship is concerned.
As an aside, things are done between my former friend Phil and I. I learned something at the meeting that "broke the camel's back", as they say. I do not, and will not, suffer so-called friends such as that.
"Here's your knife from my back, Phil, it didn't go with my outfit."
To continue, I now know that Sundays are being moved over to Club Tru (using the Studio staff), so I will still have at least one shift a week to count on. They may split shifts or give us something else during the interim to compensate (although nothing will quite compensate the main bar on a Saturday night). The silver lining is, after the renovations are finished, we will have a whole new reason for patrons to come to the Studio Six. Something to look forward to. People will come out of the woodwork to see what we've done to the old girl!
And I will be there.
Waiting to serve.
27 December 2005
Inertia, Part II
I have done nothing.
Oh, alright, I did update my address book from all the wonderful Christmas cards that J-land members among others sent to me. Thank you to everyone for the lovely sentiments. I wrote "thank you" notes for all the parties I was invited to and attended and all the gifts that I received during the season. I still have a few more to write, as I am writing this, I just remembered a few more people that I need to thank. I did three loads of laundry, Just Chunk gummed up the works, again, so I had to wait until after the holiday to do my laundry that has been waiting for over two weeks. Lovely. I also sent out my taxes from last year and cleaned a little.
I want to go to the gym but, Miss Patti has to attend an office party and Little Jose is at his new job, he's working at Evo, the restaurant I worked at last year. So, I am S.O.O.L. where working out is concerned. I just made dinner for Chunkie and I am waiting for him to awaken from his nappy-poo. Oh, the dinner rolls are done, gotta go!
Oh, alright, I did update my address book from all the wonderful Christmas cards that J-land members among others sent to me. Thank you to everyone for the lovely sentiments. I wrote "thank you" notes for all the parties I was invited to and attended and all the gifts that I received during the season. I still have a few more to write, as I am writing this, I just remembered a few more people that I need to thank. I did three loads of laundry, Just Chunk gummed up the works, again, so I had to wait until after the holiday to do my laundry that has been waiting for over two weeks. Lovely. I also sent out my taxes from last year and cleaned a little.
I want to go to the gym but, Miss Patti has to attend an office party and Little Jose is at his new job, he's working at Evo, the restaurant I worked at last year. So, I am S.O.O.L. where working out is concerned. I just made dinner for Chunkie and I am waiting for him to awaken from his nappy-poo. Oh, the dinner rolls are done, gotta go!
Much Ado
I passed out on the couch last evening, whilst watching The Phantom of the Opera. It's not that the movie put me to sleep, believe me, I woke up as soon as I heard "Music Of The Night" and swooned all over again for the Phantom. Gerard Butler can whisk me away to his underground lair beneath an opera house any day he wants to! How about now? But, I digress. La Chunk put the movie on early, since there wasn't a damn thing on (except the last Monday Night Football. Hmm...and I opted for a movie version of a Broadway play, go figure). We also watched the biography of Angie Dickinson. She's what they used to call a "broad". And I mean that in the best sense. She's bawdy and sexy and one of the boys but, definitely all woman! Now, why am I telling you all about my viewing habits of last night? What meaning does any of this have to the diary entry you are reading?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
25 December 2005
Christmas Rain
It's raining here on the island. It's a balmy fifty-four degrees (f). Go figure, last month it was snowing and now, it's like a rainy, chilly fall day. Just got back from my Father's and step-mother's home and Christmas dinner. This year, my Father has been watching the food network so he cooked stuffed eggplant. Very tasty! We usually do some sort of Italian feast on Christmas since Thanksgiving is so close and we are all too sick of eating turkey or ham. Everything was wonderful. My sister and her boyfriend were in attendance, which was nice, I never get to see her with her working as a teacher in Philadelphia and I doing my thing on the weekends in Atlantic City. We have compleately opposite schedules so when I get to see her, it's extra special. My Father didn't harangue me for a change. I guess the fact that I have been over his abode three times in the last two months is working it's magic. I know I was remiss in not visiting but, life has a habit of getting in the way. I do resolve to visit him more often.
Now I am going to pass out on the couch and nap before I have to work tonight (which I still haven't a clue if I really have to work).
Now I am going to pass out on the couch and nap before I have to work tonight (which I still haven't a clue if I really have to work).
God Bless Us Everyone!-Tiny Tim. Bite Me!- Mortimer.
I didn't get my yearly visit by Jacob Marley and the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future so I have no Christmas spirit, again. Actually, I am not as "Bah Humbug!" as in years past but, I just don't have any visions of sugar plums and ho, ho, ho either. I have come to the conclusion that the holidays, especially this one, is more for young innocent children than jaded urban socialites like myself. And that's just fine by me 'cause I ain't popping out any ankle biters any time soon.
I went to Miss Tene's annual Christmas Eve party. It was nice, if a bit cramped. She has a quaint little apartment uptown and usually invites pretty much all of Atlantic City to attend so it can get a bit sardine-like after a short while. It spills out into the hallway and laundry room area next door quite quickly. Miss Patti and I arrived rather early, around 9:30pm, which is very early for us. We had our gifts in hand and quickly exchanged them for a plate of food and a cocktail. I thought is was an even trade. I have done a whole lot more for a free meal and drink than one measly Christmas present. We sat and kibitzed for a bit, having a great time and catching up. I saw April, who I met last year at the party. She has been busy at school and she asked me how my year has been. I started my usual answer of not really doing anything, you know the pat party chatter that you give to people when you really don't know what to say. And then I began to recite what I had done over the past year. And I was really surprised.
I have done a lot.
Boston twice, Ft. Lauderdale and South Beach, met Coy, Thanksgiving with my family and the Alternate Thanksgiving with my friends, my hair has been a red mohawk, short and blue, blonde spikes and now a Carol Brady shag, I started the gym and have been going religiously, I started a new job, and many many other things. Wow. I had such a revelation standing there. What a difference a year makes. And that was just with me, the world has seen quite a year as well but, I'll leave that to the news organizations to wrap all that up you.
And I must say, this was a great year because I didn't lose anyone.
That is always a great year. Because I have lost so many. So many friends.
I have done a lot this year and for that I am greatful. It has been a "wonderful life" I guess, for me at least.
Oh gods, did I just get visited by Jacob and friends without realizing it. Sneaky bastards.
God bless us, everyone, indeed!
So, as I sit here, digesting the French toast I made for myself (and it was really good!) and watching the God programming on all the channels on Christmas morning, I want to wish all of you in J-land a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Whether you celebrate with a religious or secular nature, I hope the season finds you safe and healthy.
I went to Miss Tene's annual Christmas Eve party. It was nice, if a bit cramped. She has a quaint little apartment uptown and usually invites pretty much all of Atlantic City to attend so it can get a bit sardine-like after a short while. It spills out into the hallway and laundry room area next door quite quickly. Miss Patti and I arrived rather early, around 9:30pm, which is very early for us. We had our gifts in hand and quickly exchanged them for a plate of food and a cocktail. I thought is was an even trade. I have done a whole lot more for a free meal and drink than one measly Christmas present. We sat and kibitzed for a bit, having a great time and catching up. I saw April, who I met last year at the party. She has been busy at school and she asked me how my year has been. I started my usual answer of not really doing anything, you know the pat party chatter that you give to people when you really don't know what to say. And then I began to recite what I had done over the past year. And I was really surprised.
I have done a lot.
Boston twice, Ft. Lauderdale and South Beach, met Coy, Thanksgiving with my family and the Alternate Thanksgiving with my friends, my hair has been a red mohawk, short and blue, blonde spikes and now a Carol Brady shag, I started the gym and have been going religiously, I started a new job, and many many other things. Wow. I had such a revelation standing there. What a difference a year makes. And that was just with me, the world has seen quite a year as well but, I'll leave that to the news organizations to wrap all that up you.
And I must say, this was a great year because I didn't lose anyone.
That is always a great year. Because I have lost so many. So many friends.
I have done a lot this year and for that I am greatful. It has been a "wonderful life" I guess, for me at least.
Oh gods, did I just get visited by Jacob and friends without realizing it. Sneaky bastards.
God bless us, everyone, indeed!
So, as I sit here, digesting the French toast I made for myself (and it was really good!) and watching the God programming on all the channels on Christmas morning, I want to wish all of you in J-land a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Whether you celebrate with a religious or secular nature, I hope the season finds you safe and healthy.
Miss America Shuns Pageant!
Guess who I ran into at the Hamilton Mall?
Miss America 1998 Kate Shindle! She looked fabulous! Gods, I love her. She was in The Stepford Wives recently. I asked her if she was going to Las Vegas for the pageant in January, and she answered with a resounding "NO!". I love it. She said she'll pop into the club to see me. I hope so, she loves my chocolate martinis. Then again, who doesn't!
The New York Times had an article recently (See: Miss America as She Used to Be) talking about the changes in the upcoming pageant. Now, if you read the article, you will see that it says EVERYTHING I have been saying year after year. PUT THE PAGEANT BACK TO THE WAY IT WAS! Big hair, fabulous gowns, bad talent, the whole shebang. Stop the Fashion Bug/Walmart fashion segment, stop the jeopardy questions, we know the girls are smart, most of them are one year away from being doctors or lawyers and we know the girls are dumb, HULLO! It's a beauty pageant, we ain't thinking about their brains when we look at them in a swimsuit. Well, it's exactly what they are doing.
They just ain't doin' it in Atlantic City anymore.
Whatever (see: Fallout).
It was good to see Kate and meet her brother.
Did I say she looked gorgeous?!
Miss America 1998 Kate Shindle! She looked fabulous! Gods, I love her. She was in The Stepford Wives recently. I asked her if she was going to Las Vegas for the pageant in January, and she answered with a resounding "NO!". I love it. She said she'll pop into the club to see me. I hope so, she loves my chocolate martinis. Then again, who doesn't!
The New York Times had an article recently (See: Miss America as She Used to Be) talking about the changes in the upcoming pageant. Now, if you read the article, you will see that it says EVERYTHING I have been saying year after year. PUT THE PAGEANT BACK TO THE WAY IT WAS! Big hair, fabulous gowns, bad talent, the whole shebang. Stop the Fashion Bug/Walmart fashion segment, stop the jeopardy questions, we know the girls are smart, most of them are one year away from being doctors or lawyers and we know the girls are dumb, HULLO! It's a beauty pageant, we ain't thinking about their brains when we look at them in a swimsuit. Well, it's exactly what they are doing.
They just ain't doin' it in Atlantic City anymore.
Whatever (see: Fallout).
It was good to see Kate and meet her brother.
Did I say she looked gorgeous?!
23 December 2005
Holidays Or Mortimer Is Poor
I bloody hate the bloody holidays. Bloody Hell! This is sucking the life out of me. I live hand to mouth pretty much throughout the year but, it's generally "summertime, and the living is easy" during that time. The holidays are not easy. When your whole existence is predicated on the kindness of strangers (read: tips) you are S.O.O.L. when it comes to the season of giving. People are not really going to go out and hand their hard earned coins to you when Macy's and Walmart and the gods know what else are offering their wares for pennies and all I have is a good stiff drink for $9.00. I can only hope that all those Christmas coins come pouring out of those stockings after this hateful holiday and into my pockets.
My landlord is getting a bit over my protestations of poverty. I guess I would be, too.
Hey, it's not my fault they raised the rent.
I went to our annual Club Tru/Studio Six Christmas party on Wednesday. What a difference new owners make. We didn't have the pollyanna (which is good, I got the WORST GIFT EVER one year and I don't want to beat my own record) and it wasn't held at Mama Motts, the fabulous Italian restaurant that we always have it at. We did have it in the Oak Room (now called Tommy's Bar), the little bar attached to the hotel at the club and there was some foodstuffs put out and we got to drink the expensive hooch. And our new owner gave us all presents.
This is where I must remind you who my new owners are. I was trying to find a link but, I think the name of the company is reminder enough: The Red Barn Adult Book Store.
You can see in the picture above what I got for Christmas. I do like the nifty leather stocking! You can only imagine what I couldn't photograph. I have no idea what some of it is for. Chunkie was actually laughing at me. He finds it very funny that I am one of the most jaded persons he knows but, when it comes to sex, I am like a little girl, all squeamish and giggly and bashful! Well, I am. I admit it. When it comes to "that stuff" I am very...vanilla.
Today, I get to use La Chunk's credit line and go buy a present for Miss Tene. She is having her annual Christmas Eve bash at her abode down in the inlet. That's always fun, a hundred plus people crammed into an apartment having cocktails and just enjoying themselves. I can't wait. But what do you buy for the "girl" that has everything?
MAC Cosmetics, here I come!
21 December 2005
For Sale, Florida!
I woke up with a wicked hangover. Of course. We decided that to-day, we are going shopping. If you know my flatmate, Just Chunk, you know he cannot go more than forty-eight hours without purchasing something from a retail establishment. He is what capitalism was made for.
We noshed with our friend Billy at this quaint little diner called...get this...oooh....wait...it's really good...the Peter Pan Diner! Can you believe it? It was so good. I mean, I am from New Jersey, the only thing we have more than mobsters, is diners. So I know of where I speak. The waitress staff was about 78% nicotine, 12% caffeine and the rest human, they knew the menu inside/out and were crusty and friendly all at the same time. The food was diner food, which is just what my hung condition needed. I loved it. The bus boys had T-shirts that said they were the Lost Boys and there were little Peter Pan knick-nacks all over the place. Not too much, just enough.
After our brunch, we left Billy and went on our way to a mall. Pick a mall. It doesn't matter.
We went to Burdines...oops, they're all Macy's now. Here's where it got a bit funny, La Chunk has never known his credit limit at this particular establishment.
Let's just say, when he let me listen to the automated response on the white courtesy help phone, I pulled the damn thing out of the wall!
We shopped!
And we shopped!
Gods, do I love credit!
I found a fabulous "soccer" jacket that said London on the front. The only one left was on the display dummy. They were normally $70, on sale for $24 which I thought was good. The kindly clerk came over and searched for the jacket, couldn't find it so, he dismantled the display, just for me!
And guess what, it was marked down even more, I got it for the low, low price of $15! Do I know how to shop or what?
Then we went to the movies. We saw King Kong! Boy, oh boy was this movie fantastic! It is absolutely perfect! What an adventure. It made the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park look like claymation! The acting is top notch, the action is really amazing, New York in the thirties, perfect! What a tour-de-force of movie making. Peter Jackson is a genius and this movie seals that title. I cried at the end. Even though you know what happens, the pathos is so real and so touching, you can't help but feel for the big ape.
Then we shopped. Again! This time Dillard's. I love this department store. It's old fashioned, more homey, unlike Macy's or Sear's or the uber-Marts. We didn't really get the bargins I hoped for but, we still shopped like fiends.
Did I say I love credit!
We then met up with Billy again and had dinner, outside, under his carport. It was so nice, to be sitting there in DECEMBER eating dinner outside in a bloody T-shirt looking at his Christmas light decorated version of Wisteria Lane. And it is. Let me tell you, all the neighbors came over to meet and greet. It was so damn funny. And gay. Very gay. It's like Gay Heaven!
Strange.
I wanted a coconut so Billy marched over to his neighbor's home and picked one right off the tree. LOL! I am waiting for it to ripen to throw some rum in it and have a cocktail! You can't have citrus trees anymore, there was a blight and they can't risk the mass market crops. If you have one, they come over and chop the thing down and haul it away.
We were going to go out but, we decided to get an early day of it on Friday before we had to go back to the third world Miami Airport and go home.
Where I am now, freezing my tush off.
We noshed with our friend Billy at this quaint little diner called...get this...oooh....wait...it's really good...the Peter Pan Diner! Can you believe it? It was so good. I mean, I am from New Jersey, the only thing we have more than mobsters, is diners. So I know of where I speak. The waitress staff was about 78% nicotine, 12% caffeine and the rest human, they knew the menu inside/out and were crusty and friendly all at the same time. The food was diner food, which is just what my hung condition needed. I loved it. The bus boys had T-shirts that said they were the Lost Boys and there were little Peter Pan knick-nacks all over the place. Not too much, just enough.
After our brunch, we left Billy and went on our way to a mall. Pick a mall. It doesn't matter.
We went to Burdines...oops, they're all Macy's now. Here's where it got a bit funny, La Chunk has never known his credit limit at this particular establishment.
Let's just say, when he let me listen to the automated response on the white courtesy help phone, I pulled the damn thing out of the wall!
We shopped!
And we shopped!
Gods, do I love credit!
I found a fabulous "soccer" jacket that said London on the front. The only one left was on the display dummy. They were normally $70, on sale for $24 which I thought was good. The kindly clerk came over and searched for the jacket, couldn't find it so, he dismantled the display, just for me!
And guess what, it was marked down even more, I got it for the low, low price of $15! Do I know how to shop or what?
Then we went to the movies. We saw King Kong! Boy, oh boy was this movie fantastic! It is absolutely perfect! What an adventure. It made the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park look like claymation! The acting is top notch, the action is really amazing, New York in the thirties, perfect! What a tour-de-force of movie making. Peter Jackson is a genius and this movie seals that title. I cried at the end. Even though you know what happens, the pathos is so real and so touching, you can't help but feel for the big ape.
Then we shopped. Again! This time Dillard's. I love this department store. It's old fashioned, more homey, unlike Macy's or Sear's or the uber-Marts. We didn't really get the bargins I hoped for but, we still shopped like fiends.
Did I say I love credit!
We then met up with Billy again and had dinner, outside, under his carport. It was so nice, to be sitting there in DECEMBER eating dinner outside in a bloody T-shirt looking at his Christmas light decorated version of Wisteria Lane. And it is. Let me tell you, all the neighbors came over to meet and greet. It was so damn funny. And gay. Very gay. It's like Gay Heaven!
Strange.
I wanted a coconut so Billy marched over to his neighbor's home and picked one right off the tree. LOL! I am waiting for it to ripen to throw some rum in it and have a cocktail! You can't have citrus trees anymore, there was a blight and they can't risk the mass market crops. If you have one, they come over and chop the thing down and haul it away.
We were going to go out but, we decided to get an early day of it on Friday before we had to go back to the third world Miami Airport and go home.
Where I am now, freezing my tush off.
Where's All That Light Coming From? Oh...It's Florida!
So, we decided to go out to some bars. First was this little hole-in-the-wall who's name I forget. It was a lot like the Brass Rail, only with a decidedly country flair. I could tell from the cowboy hats and karaoke selections. Yes, karaoke is bad enough. Country karaoke is like knives jammed in your orifices. In every hole on the human body! Since it wasn't my cup of chaw, which I think my friend Billy noticed by my squirming and extreme fidgety-ness, he suggested we go elsewhere.
And what a place he took us to. It was a whole strip mall full of gay bars and gay stores and gay EVERYTHING! It was bizarre. A bizarre bazaar! I could only imagine what it was like on the week-end! We went to one place first, a "sit down/get picked up" kind of place. After a few cocktails and watching the very funny and obscure videos on the screens throughout the club, we decided to go to the dance club a few doors down.
How weird is that? I am telling you, there's a gay bookstore, a gay grocery store, it's like Hazard County but Bo and Luke are kissing cousins and the Boar's Nest is now the Boar's Hole!
So, we go into the club and it's dead. I mean, it was not that busy but, it was the middle of the week. We toured the bar and found a place out of the smoke infested dance floor. It was playing havoc on my sore throat and making me cough. Pretty.
I was minding my own business (no, I wasn't, don't let me lie to you) and I hear this loud female voice behind me demanding a glass of water. The bartender was kind enough to give it to her. She began to walk away. Now, being a bartender myself, and being tanked up on a few cocktails and good food from Tatu, I just HAD to say something to this...this...member of the Lullaby League. She was rather short, like the munchkins in "The Wizard Of Oz". So, I said, "the bartender gave you the water for free, shouldn't you give him something, like a tip?"
Well, that wasn't what she wanted to hear.
After a few "fuck you's" and the "who the hell are you's" her friend, who was standing next to me during all this, began to put his rather limited two cents in as well. Now, he was my size and I was really itching to hit the midget but, since she was short and a woman, I really couldn't. Now her friend, here's a target I could hit without all the guilt. I was given the "you better back off" and "get the hell out" mumblings from this dimwit and you know what, I just couldn't bring myself to knock any sense into him. I mean, in his world, a mind is a terrible thing to use! So I dismissed the both of them, and turned my back.
Damn, he didn't take the bait.
So she came back a bit later and said, "excuse me".
I said, "no, go somewhere else".
She replied, "I said excuse me!" and began to push me out of the way. Oh my gods, did I feel like an idiot. The Lollypop League is trying to move me out of the way!
She said, "you don't know who I am!"
To which I replied, "you don't tip, I don't want to know you".
Her friend watched from the pool table and never came to her defense. Wimp!
I moved out of her way and she got a cocktail, and guess what? She left a healthy tip for the bartender, which made it all worth it!
Of course, Chunkie only saw the second part of this whole thing and accused me of picking on munchkins. Bastard!
We left after finishing our drinks, I will not waste alcohol, and went back to the hotel. I was hot to death by now. I was glad I passed out rather quickly.
Thursday, we shopped!
And what a place he took us to. It was a whole strip mall full of gay bars and gay stores and gay EVERYTHING! It was bizarre. A bizarre bazaar! I could only imagine what it was like on the week-end! We went to one place first, a "sit down/get picked up" kind of place. After a few cocktails and watching the very funny and obscure videos on the screens throughout the club, we decided to go to the dance club a few doors down.
How weird is that? I am telling you, there's a gay bookstore, a gay grocery store, it's like Hazard County but Bo and Luke are kissing cousins and the Boar's Nest is now the Boar's Hole!
So, we go into the club and it's dead. I mean, it was not that busy but, it was the middle of the week. We toured the bar and found a place out of the smoke infested dance floor. It was playing havoc on my sore throat and making me cough. Pretty.
I was minding my own business (no, I wasn't, don't let me lie to you) and I hear this loud female voice behind me demanding a glass of water. The bartender was kind enough to give it to her. She began to walk away. Now, being a bartender myself, and being tanked up on a few cocktails and good food from Tatu, I just HAD to say something to this...this...member of the Lullaby League. She was rather short, like the munchkins in "The Wizard Of Oz". So, I said, "the bartender gave you the water for free, shouldn't you give him something, like a tip?"
Well, that wasn't what she wanted to hear.
After a few "fuck you's" and the "who the hell are you's" her friend, who was standing next to me during all this, began to put his rather limited two cents in as well. Now, he was my size and I was really itching to hit the midget but, since she was short and a woman, I really couldn't. Now her friend, here's a target I could hit without all the guilt. I was given the "you better back off" and "get the hell out" mumblings from this dimwit and you know what, I just couldn't bring myself to knock any sense into him. I mean, in his world, a mind is a terrible thing to use! So I dismissed the both of them, and turned my back.
Damn, he didn't take the bait.
So she came back a bit later and said, "excuse me".
I said, "no, go somewhere else".
She replied, "I said excuse me!" and began to push me out of the way. Oh my gods, did I feel like an idiot. The Lollypop League is trying to move me out of the way!
She said, "you don't know who I am!"
To which I replied, "you don't tip, I don't want to know you".
Her friend watched from the pool table and never came to her defense. Wimp!
I moved out of her way and she got a cocktail, and guess what? She left a healthy tip for the bartender, which made it all worth it!
Of course, Chunkie only saw the second part of this whole thing and accused me of picking on munchkins. Bastard!
We left after finishing our drinks, I will not waste alcohol, and went back to the hotel. I was hot to death by now. I was glad I passed out rather quickly.
Thursday, we shopped!
20 December 2005
I Hate Florida! (R)
In December! It really is disconcerting to listen to Christmas carols and look at Christmas trees and decorations whilst wearing a T-shirt and sunblock.
(Note: To see the full photos from the trip, please go to our original location Mortimer's Cafe)
The time beforehand getting to the The Sunshine State, was a study in bad luck and horrible timing. Let's just say, it was the poor tour of our little dividend from Spain. Some of you may have noticed that I haven't written about going out to fabulous dinners and doing the tres chic things I usually am wont to do on a daily basis. The thing is, it's our off season and the club hasn't been doing all that well pre-holiday so, Mortimer is currently beating off the wolves at the door. They are hungry and there's nothing to give them, at the moment.
That being said, I still had a wonderful time in HappyLand. I worked my usual Friday at Babes, and Saturday (14 hours) and Sunday at Studio Six. Funny how every bloody week we would close the club around 3:30/4:00am and the one week I have to go away, we close after 6:00am. I hadn't even packed yet so, I got maybe eight hours sleep in just three days and had to get on a plane to Florida.
Then, we were delayed going down and didn't get to our hotel until very late, like midnight, and to top it off, I had to get up at 7:00am to get ready to meet Coy for the South Beach excursion she planned for us. This is when I realized I left my charger for my mobile in New Jersey. Nice. Not that I had much time on my phone but, that's another story (see the wolves reference above).
We got up, to much grumbling by La Chunk and myself (I realized I had another head cold, as well. When I blew my nose at the car rental place, I got so dizzy with vertigo, I almost fell over. My ears still haven't popped), and got ready. He was worried that Coy was an Amway representative (they are supposed to be some sort of secret cult) and we later found out that Coy's friends thought we were murdering Sopranos from Joisey (aren't all people from New Jersey mobsters?)! Too damn funny.
She came to get us at the hotel and let's just say, it was love at first sight! LOL!
She is delightful and so charming. A real class act and a wonderful lady. We got along famously, something Chunkie remarked on. It was like we've know each other for a long time. I really love that about J-land.
The water taxi was late (of course!) and we finally got under way, sitting up front out in the open to soak up the sun. I had my sunblock 3000 on just in case. I am an older vampire and can take full sunlight without turning to dust but, you can't be sure where that hateful sun is concerned. And I can't afford the wrinkles. The weather was BEAUTIFUL. A bit nipple in the morning but it warmed up rather quickly. The tour guide was, in a word, incompetent. We hated him right away. He was of my persuasion but, he didn't get the fabulous gene we are famous for. Too bad. So we entertained ourselves and watched all the flora and fauna on the way to South Beach. Very nice. Once we got there, we did the usual tourist things, eating at Johnny Rockets and wandering down the strip, across the street, to see the famous and fabulous buildings. Coy's entry (Mort was here, the whole story ...) is a bit more detailed. We had a cocktail at the marina and the barwench regaled us with Hurricane Wilma stories. Seems the wooden structure we were under was brand new, Wilma conjured up a water spout that destroyed the old one as well as piling up the cars six high next door at the retirement centre. The return homecaught all of us catnapping, don't let Coy's picture of Chunkie fool you, we all passed out at one point or another. But, I am so glad she got that shot, lol.
Chunkie and I then had to excuse ourselves to prepare the cement for the new shoes for Coy. We are murdering mobsters from Joisey, you know. We said our good-byes, loaded Coy in the trunk and off we went, dumping her out among the 'gators.
How she got out to write her entry is beyond me.
I must once again say, I am so tickled to have been able to meet her. She is truly a nice and lovely person and I am glad to now count her among my friends.
Wednesday La Chunk and I went to the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Hollywood to judge a Christmas tree decorating contest with our friend Susan, who is the Director of Special Promotions there. She looked fabulous, I guess having that hunky boy-toy of hers around is doing it's magic. Bitch. We had a ball, some of the trees were quite imaginative, and as "payment" she took us out to eat at Tatu (TATU offers a special interpretation of Asian dishes with Cantonese, Mandarin, and Szechwan, Vietnamese and Thai influences. Featuring an extensive sushi bar, private tatami rooms and a two-level interior overlooking Paradise Lake, Tatu is a great place to dine and party with friends.) It was wonderful. She also got us every dessert on the menu, too fabulous! We had a great time. We were supposed to be on local television. Anybody see us? We said our good-byes and then went out on the town in Ft. Lauderdale.
This is where I got into a fight.
More later...
09 December 2005
Brunch, Shopping, Work, In That Order.
Brunch at Brittany's Cafe with La Chunk was very nice, except for the horrible contact trauma I was going through during the meal. Anyone who wears contacts knows what I am talking about. Nothing I did seemed to help. I was even in the little bathroom using tap water. I wanted to rip it out and throw it on the floor. So, I bucked up and just delt with it.
I came back home and immeadieatly took it out and soaked it.
And went back to sleep. I think I am in hibernation mode. It was a good sleep, though. Very restful. I think I finally caught up on my sleep debt from the last few days.
Miss Patti just rang me up to go shopping for her sister's party. How nice. I love shopping and parties!
I am wearing my workout clothes for this little excursion. We are somehow ending up at the gym before I have to come back to get ready for work tonight at Babes. I will not lose another day.
I am going to FLORIDA forchrissakes! The land of half naked boys. I need to look halfway decent!
I came back home and immeadieatly took it out and soaked it.
And went back to sleep. I think I am in hibernation mode. It was a good sleep, though. Very restful. I think I finally caught up on my sleep debt from the last few days.
Miss Patti just rang me up to go shopping for her sister's party. How nice. I love shopping and parties!
I am wearing my workout clothes for this little excursion. We are somehow ending up at the gym before I have to come back to get ready for work tonight at Babes. I will not lose another day.
I am going to FLORIDA forchrissakes! The land of half naked boys. I need to look halfway decent!
08 December 2005
Withholding Tax Minus The Number Seventy To The Tenth Power Gets You NOTHING!
It seems my luck has run it's course.
I went to get my taxes done. I spent ninety dollars to an accountant to find out that I owe forty-three more to the government. Nice.
My 401K has yet to arrive. I did get more than my usual pittance in my paycheck this week so I guess that's something. We did have a mandatory staff meeting today but, it was canceled at the last minute. Literally. So, I guess that's something, too. They were only going to lambast us about the recent "secret shopper" report. Like I care.
Miss Patti pinched a nerve in her arm so, she was taking Flexeril and that put her out of commission and Little Jose hurt his shoulder working out without me so he can't go to the gym, either.
So here I sat.
Doing nothing.
Wanting to work out.
Can't.
Miss Patti and I did have a nice day, though, having lunch at the Galloway Diner and driving around the dirty back roads of the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. I just love diners. And New Jersey is famous for them. We have more diners than mobsters, believe it or not.
It's time for bed. I have been on the go since morning on four hours sleep. Chunkie and I have a brunch date on the morrow, if it's not too bad out, weather wise.
I hope my sugar daddy comes in again on Friday. Mortimer needs some spending money for Florida!
I CANNOT believe I just wrote that.
I went to get my taxes done. I spent ninety dollars to an accountant to find out that I owe forty-three more to the government. Nice.
My 401K has yet to arrive. I did get more than my usual pittance in my paycheck this week so I guess that's something. We did have a mandatory staff meeting today but, it was canceled at the last minute. Literally. So, I guess that's something, too. They were only going to lambast us about the recent "secret shopper" report. Like I care.
Miss Patti pinched a nerve in her arm so, she was taking Flexeril and that put her out of commission and Little Jose hurt his shoulder working out without me so he can't go to the gym, either.
So here I sat.
Doing nothing.
Wanting to work out.
Can't.
Miss Patti and I did have a nice day, though, having lunch at the Galloway Diner and driving around the dirty back roads of the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. I just love diners. And New Jersey is famous for them. We have more diners than mobsters, believe it or not.
It's time for bed. I have been on the go since morning on four hours sleep. Chunkie and I have a brunch date on the morrow, if it's not too bad out, weather wise.
I hope my sugar daddy comes in again on Friday. Mortimer needs some spending money for Florida!
I CANNOT believe I just wrote that.
No Sleep.
I had a fitful sleep. My room was cold last night and no matter how many blankets I put on, I just couldn't seem to get warm enough to slumber straight through. And I just put the storm windows down yesterday so I could avoid that very problem. This is a drawback to living on the beach. The penthouse is rather old and drafty and with the raw winds coming off the ocean during the winter, our building is pretty much like a sieve. Now, when the winds change direction, and come in from the east, my room is a hotbox. I didn't even get to sleep until after four in the morning and it's now nine-thirty and I am up and at 'em! I guess it's time to get my winter clothing out of the attic. The snow and ice seem to be telling me that it's here to stay.
Strange.
Yes, I know. The movie affected me. I had many dreams last night and they kept waking me up. Disjointed dreams. Nothing I can remember, just shards of visions that make no sense. But, then again, dreams never do.
Maybe it's just the endorphins from the gym. I did have to go right to bed not long after being at the gym so that may have played havoc on my sleep cycle. And I did have a great workout. Much better than Tuesday's. I still say that there is a stronger gravity well in Northfield than in Ventnor Heights. It's not the same weight, they are heavier out in Northfield. I swear!
Well, I had to go to bed right away and I got up to get some errands done that I have been putting off all week. ALL WEEK! I can't believe how lazy I have become. Well, not lazy, just anti-going-out-and-facing-the-world. I have put it off too long and now we have yet ANOTHER storm coming along to dump another two to four inches of that white powder all over my island.
Where's the Whitney Houston Snow Removal Machine when you need it?
Strange.
Yes, I know. The movie affected me. I had many dreams last night and they kept waking me up. Disjointed dreams. Nothing I can remember, just shards of visions that make no sense. But, then again, dreams never do.
Maybe it's just the endorphins from the gym. I did have to go right to bed not long after being at the gym so that may have played havoc on my sleep cycle. And I did have a great workout. Much better than Tuesday's. I still say that there is a stronger gravity well in Northfield than in Ventnor Heights. It's not the same weight, they are heavier out in Northfield. I swear!
Well, I had to go to bed right away and I got up to get some errands done that I have been putting off all week. ALL WEEK! I can't believe how lazy I have become. Well, not lazy, just anti-going-out-and-facing-the-world. I have put it off too long and now we have yet ANOTHER storm coming along to dump another two to four inches of that white powder all over my island.
Where's the Whitney Houston Snow Removal Machine when you need it?
Rent (R)
I saw Rent tonight with Miss Patti.
It was extremely emotional for me. Very heart wrenching. I cried heaving sobs during many of the scenes. I want to say that I had forgotten what it was like, to lose so many friends. To say that I had forgotten what it was like to see how AIDS totally devastates the human body. Beautiful and wonderful people. And how the movie brought it all back to me.
But, I can't. Because I still see it. I see it every day in the faces of friends that I know are a drug cocktail away from dying. Horribly. I see it when I perform at benefits, and see people I know that may not make it to next year's show.
And I still remember, as plain as today, seeing my friends who did die. My God. There is no hope when you watch something like this tear everyone you know away from you. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. It's a wonder I can still function. Sometimes I can't. Sometimes, I feel as if there is no point.
The movie is about hope, though. And how we can overcome.
That there's no day like today.
And maybe that's what gets me through. I don't know. I really don't know.
Somebody has to remember. Somebody has to be here to say THESE PEOPLE EXISTED AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WONDER THEY WERE CAPABLE OF!
It was a wonderful movie. Please go and see it. The music, and the message is about hope. Hope.
Just when you think there is no hope left.
It was extremely emotional for me. Very heart wrenching. I cried heaving sobs during many of the scenes. I want to say that I had forgotten what it was like, to lose so many friends. To say that I had forgotten what it was like to see how AIDS totally devastates the human body. Beautiful and wonderful people. And how the movie brought it all back to me.
But, I can't. Because I still see it. I see it every day in the faces of friends that I know are a drug cocktail away from dying. Horribly. I see it when I perform at benefits, and see people I know that may not make it to next year's show.
And I still remember, as plain as today, seeing my friends who did die. My God. There is no hope when you watch something like this tear everyone you know away from you. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. It's a wonder I can still function. Sometimes I can't. Sometimes, I feel as if there is no point.
The movie is about hope, though. And how we can overcome.
That there's no day like today.
And maybe that's what gets me through. I don't know. I really don't know.
Somebody has to remember. Somebody has to be here to say THESE PEOPLE EXISTED AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WONDER THEY WERE CAPABLE OF!
It was a wonderful movie. Please go and see it. The music, and the message is about hope. Hope.
Just when you think there is no hope left.
07 December 2005
I Need A Hobby.
Hmm...our computer is running slow again. My flatmate just got back from Las Vegas. He had been there to witness a commitment ceremony of a friend of ours. It sounded very nice. Our friend and his betrothed went to Vermont to make it legal (whatever that means in this day and age) and then had the big to-do in Vegas where our friend lives. It was just another excuse for Super Chunk to go to The Meadows (what Las Vegas means in English). I think he's getting the bug to move out there again. It would suck. I love him so, he's become one of my closest friends and I don't know how I would deal with him leaving this coast.
Speaking of bugs, he is the reason our computer is running slowly. It has been fine the entire time he was away and now after he's been back and playing on the computer, we have adware. I ran a McAfee scan to no avail. Now I am doing an AOL Spyware scan. Hopefully, I will be able to smoke out the offending pop-ups and get them out of my computer. Again!
I went to the gym with Miss Patti last evening. We were discussing our financial states. We are both poor. It's not destitute poor, just no-cash-on-hand poor. Hopefully I will be able to rectify the situation through my errands today. I am going to Florida on Monday and will need money for my usual shopping sprees. I have to see about that 401K I had forgotten about and my taxes from last year that I never did. Hopefully, I can get the money upfront, for a small fee of course. I don't even know why I didn't do my taxes. I think it's because most of my important mail goes to my Father's home, I didn't even think about it. Out of sight, out of mind. Plus, I get paid to-day. That will be another twenty bucks to line my wallet.
I think I have SAD. Or something. I have been so listless recently. All I want to do is sleep. Then I get in a manic mode and want to do everything but, get absolutely nothing accomplished.
I do have to mail one of those little cards that you get in your purchases. I always put one of Chunkie's many drag names down and list his birthday somewhere near God's. Then I check his interests as Bible study, grandchildren, gardening, quilting circles, AARP, RVing and guns and ammo. You should see the crap that comes to our house.
Speaking of bugs, he is the reason our computer is running slowly. It has been fine the entire time he was away and now after he's been back and playing on the computer, we have adware. I ran a McAfee scan to no avail. Now I am doing an AOL Spyware scan. Hopefully, I will be able to smoke out the offending pop-ups and get them out of my computer. Again!
I went to the gym with Miss Patti last evening. We were discussing our financial states. We are both poor. It's not destitute poor, just no-cash-on-hand poor. Hopefully I will be able to rectify the situation through my errands today. I am going to Florida on Monday and will need money for my usual shopping sprees. I have to see about that 401K I had forgotten about and my taxes from last year that I never did. Hopefully, I can get the money upfront, for a small fee of course. I don't even know why I didn't do my taxes. I think it's because most of my important mail goes to my Father's home, I didn't even think about it. Out of sight, out of mind. Plus, I get paid to-day. That will be another twenty bucks to line my wallet.
I think I have SAD. Or something. I have been so listless recently. All I want to do is sleep. Then I get in a manic mode and want to do everything but, get absolutely nothing accomplished.
I do have to mail one of those little cards that you get in your purchases. I always put one of Chunkie's many drag names down and list his birthday somewhere near God's. Then I check his interests as Bible study, grandchildren, gardening, quilting circles, AARP, RVing and guns and ammo. You should see the crap that comes to our house.
I love shenanigans!
I Love Her But, She Scares Me!
The following is an IM I got from my pookie, who's studying to be a doctor:
"Rita": just wanted to tell you how much i love you and miss you before i run back to anatomy class and dissect out the heart
OK, pookie, you just run along, now. I'll be right here, puking my guts up, LOL!
"Rita": just wanted to tell you how much i love you and miss you before i run back to anatomy class and dissect out the heart
OK, pookie, you just run along, now. I'll be right here, puking my guts up, LOL!
06 December 2005
Inertia
It's been a slow day here in the Cafe. I've gotten nothing accomplished. Except the dishes and catching up on my sleep and the journals. I was going to go out and take pictures of the snow. I was going to switch out my seasonal clothes. I was going to get a life.
Nothing.
I have a confession. I haven't yet been to any non-J-land journals. Maybe one. Maybe. I just miss all of the alerts from the AOL journals and by now, I know they have written a novel or two in the short time I haven't been by and I am fearing having to spend all of my time reading up on my friends lives. Maybe I'll pick one a day. Or two, if they weren't so prolific.
There's some good television on tonight. I guess I'll get cracking on dinner and then settle down to Charlie Brown.
Then it's off to the gym.
03 December 2005
Just A Note From Your Favourite Couch Dancer
I am going to work out with Little Jose this evening. Miss Patti had to work and with it so cold out right now, I don't really feel like walking over to the gym in Ventnor Heights (two miles away) so I rang him up and we are going to pump it up before work (he lives four blocks away). I wrote about my night at Babes in the AOL Cafe which is the reason I need to stay fit and trim, lol. Crazy. I am hoping tonight is busy, we have a few good concerts in town and it should be good for us. That is, if I don't get fired. I have a sinking feeling. I hate sinking feelings.
02 December 2005
From Gym To Gym.
Well, Miss Patti and I did the gym last evening. It was good. I can't wait to go back. We went to Denny's afterwards, I wanted to get a tuna salad type of thing but, they were on a late night menu and all they had was fried things. I opted for a hamburger. I figured there was at least a little protein in that. I didn't do the bun. After having two Thanksgiving dinners, I am shying away from carbs for a while. We were supposed to go to the movies today but, I never got up. Oh well, it was her fault anyway, after Denny's we came back to my house to go over a few things for her upcoming sister's going away party. I didn't get to sleep until way after five in the morning. Time to get my butt in gear. I must do something before I have to do the gym and then work at Babes.
01 December 2005
Rant!
I am livid. Really, totally livid. I have just found out, to-day, that we are not putting on our production of the Miss'd America Pageant in January after the real Miss America (which is why it's called Miss'd because we missed it). Now, this is after we have had costume fittings and an open call for back-up dancers and some rehearsals. This sucks. But that's not the only reason I am angry, I am furious at the producers of the show. It seems they had a meeting, a while ago, and discussed whether or not we should have the pageant and they decided to postpone it until September (when we used to put it on because Miss A. was on that month) and they neglected to tell a single performer or costume designer or choreographer or ANYBODY about the cancellation. Then I get the excuses, a whole list of excuses. And let me tell you, that's all they are. Excuses. Because I am guessing that two of the producers are going on vacation the week we should be doing the pageant. And I will find out. This is so unprofessional. I don't think I will be seeing them in September.
I Remember You (R)
I remember Simone.
I remember Joe Wudski.
I remember Billy Kover.
I remember Paul Handus.
I remember David Hutchinson.
I remember Billy Karpiak.
I remember Lamont.
I remember Tonya.
I remember Everette.
I remember John.
I remember Brian.
I remember Miguel.
I remember Paul.
I remember Amilia.
I remember all of my friends who died of Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome (A.I.D.S.), too many friends to mention without losing it.
I remember the pain and suffering you went through.
I remember all those who are now living with A.I.D.S.
I remember to do whatever I can to stop this.
I remember you.
I remember Joe Wudski.
I remember Billy Kover.
I remember Paul Handus.
I remember David Hutchinson.
I remember Billy Karpiak.
I remember Lamont.
I remember Tonya.
I remember Everette.
I remember John.
I remember Brian.
I remember Miguel.
I remember Paul.
I remember Amilia.
I remember all of my friends who died of Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome (A.I.D.S.), too many friends to mention without losing it.
I remember the pain and suffering you went through.
I remember all those who are now living with A.I.D.S.
I remember to do whatever I can to stop this.
I remember you.
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