Ever had a night that will fester happily in your memory for ages ... ?
Okay, last night would be such a night.
As has been said, ad nauseum, I'm a piercer. The last thing I want to do after work is go home, so I normally end up at a club down in Ybor City -- which is Tampa's crappy attempt at a Bourbon Street.
You gain a certain local notoriety or what have you for being a piercer, especially at a well-known shop, so I'm constantly having indevegetables approaching me saying, "Hey, you pierced my nipples," or "Remember me, you pierced my ass cheeks together." Well, I hate to say it, but I see so many faces/nipples/asses a day that people rarely stand out in my mind, it becomes just like any other job.
Point being, I used to escape to a club after work to drink a Newcastle or three and watch the purty goth girls dance.
Not anymore.
I spend half the night either answering questions about piercings or reliving peoples experience about being pierced. I entertain these people because I know if I'm nice they'll quite possibly return their friend as my clients. Now, not to be an ass, because life could be MUCH, MUCH worse, but, it gets old.
Alas, there is a redeeming side to things.
We have a go-go dancer at this club which has had my heart doing the pitter-patter thing since the first day I walked in.
Now, allow me to preface this with I'm not sure if it has to do with my being a piercer or being one of the three rockabilly guys in an industrial/goth club.
Anyhoo, for some reason this angel has taken an interest to me.
And she's SO purty.
And SO super nice.
And has excellent eyebrows.
And the best goddamn dancer since Fred Astaire. No offense, Fred.
Now, the important question is: do I take her out to dinner -- or cook for her?
Thanks, God. You're probably laughing your ass off over this as we speak.
-Scotty
Okay, last night would be such a night.
As has been said, ad nauseum, I'm a piercer. The last thing I want to do after work is go home, so I normally end up at a club down in Ybor City -- which is Tampa's crappy attempt at a Bourbon Street.
You gain a certain local notoriety or what have you for being a piercer, especially at a well-known shop, so I'm constantly having indevegetables approaching me saying, "Hey, you pierced my nipples," or "Remember me, you pierced my ass cheeks together." Well, I hate to say it, but I see so many faces/nipples/asses a day that people rarely stand out in my mind, it becomes just like any other job.
Point being, I used to escape to a club after work to drink a Newcastle or three and watch the purty goth girls dance.
Not anymore.
I spend half the night either answering questions about piercings or reliving peoples experience about being pierced. I entertain these people because I know if I'm nice they'll quite possibly return their friend as my clients. Now, not to be an ass, because life could be MUCH, MUCH worse, but, it gets old.
Alas, there is a redeeming side to things.
We have a go-go dancer at this club which has had my heart doing the pitter-patter thing since the first day I walked in.
Now, allow me to preface this with I'm not sure if it has to do with my being a piercer or being one of the three rockabilly guys in an industrial/goth club.
Anyhoo, for some reason this angel has taken an interest to me.
And she's SO purty.
And SO super nice.
And has excellent eyebrows.
And the best goddamn dancer since Fred Astaire. No offense, Fred.
Now, the important question is: do I take her out to dinner -- or cook for her?
Thanks, God. You're probably laughing your ass off over this as we speak.
-Scotty
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*Meow!*
-Scotty
i have been known to do crazier thing in my time, so be careful what you wish for little man