The evening's festivities ended earlier than expected, unfortunately.
Monday nights. I sing karaoke. Yes, I am a big dork.. but I'm content with this! ANYWAY. I brought my friend Tanyer along. Tanyer is.. everso slightly underage (*coughbytwoyearscough*).. but that's HARDLY the point. We aren't there to drink.. we're there to sing!
HOWEVER. From time to time, when I go.. I will have a drink. And this was one of those nights, you see. Two for two Cocksuckers. Four bucks for four shots. I was tipped this amount PLUS tip for the bartender for singing 'At Last' by the SMASHING Etta James, as I do.
So I go up to order the drink(s). The bartender.. who usually fills my requests post haste and calls me 'Love' while doing so.. asks to see "my young friend's ID." This is the part where I figure out that he thinks I'm purchasing her shots. So I get to explain to him.. "No, SILLY. THESE, sadly, are ALL for me." He insists upon seeing her ID anyway.. and the plug was pulled on Operation Drunken Karaoke.
SO, I am a sad girl whose karaoke quota has NOT been filled for the evening. =T
Nonetheless.. the little Asian man who sings "'Mooooooon Ribbberrrrr.." is trying to set me up with his roommate, I suspect. Nay, I say!
SPEAKING OF WHICH. My clients and I made a pit stop today at a little sale they wished to check out. Upon looking at the books, you see, a Latino fellow approached.. that traditional tall, dark, and handsome type.. and proceeded to use EVERY LINE IN THE BOOK.
"You remind me of someone I used to know."
"Do you come around here often?"
"Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"
I added that last one for effect, but you get the idea. He even grabbed my arm a couple of times.. and put his arm around my waist once for NO apparent reason. Odd. But entertaining, nonetheless.
I would like to sing, goddamnit.
When Oscar Wilde lay on his death bed,
Penniless and disgraced,
In a cheap boarding room in France,
He stared dimly to the window and muttered :
"Those curtains are absolutely horrendous;
One of us has simply GOT to GO."
He then sank into the pillow, shut his eyes and died.
Monday nights. I sing karaoke. Yes, I am a big dork.. but I'm content with this! ANYWAY. I brought my friend Tanyer along. Tanyer is.. everso slightly underage (*coughbytwoyearscough*).. but that's HARDLY the point. We aren't there to drink.. we're there to sing!
HOWEVER. From time to time, when I go.. I will have a drink. And this was one of those nights, you see. Two for two Cocksuckers. Four bucks for four shots. I was tipped this amount PLUS tip for the bartender for singing 'At Last' by the SMASHING Etta James, as I do.
So I go up to order the drink(s). The bartender.. who usually fills my requests post haste and calls me 'Love' while doing so.. asks to see "my young friend's ID." This is the part where I figure out that he thinks I'm purchasing her shots. So I get to explain to him.. "No, SILLY. THESE, sadly, are ALL for me." He insists upon seeing her ID anyway.. and the plug was pulled on Operation Drunken Karaoke.
SO, I am a sad girl whose karaoke quota has NOT been filled for the evening. =T
Nonetheless.. the little Asian man who sings "'Mooooooon Ribbberrrrr.." is trying to set me up with his roommate, I suspect. Nay, I say!
SPEAKING OF WHICH. My clients and I made a pit stop today at a little sale they wished to check out. Upon looking at the books, you see, a Latino fellow approached.. that traditional tall, dark, and handsome type.. and proceeded to use EVERY LINE IN THE BOOK.
"You remind me of someone I used to know."
"Do you come around here often?"
"Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"
I added that last one for effect, but you get the idea. He even grabbed my arm a couple of times.. and put his arm around my waist once for NO apparent reason. Odd. But entertaining, nonetheless.
I would like to sing, goddamnit.
When Oscar Wilde lay on his death bed,
Penniless and disgraced,
In a cheap boarding room in France,
He stared dimly to the window and muttered :
"Those curtains are absolutely horrendous;
One of us has simply GOT to GO."
He then sank into the pillow, shut his eyes and died.
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I guess i need to get a new learners permit. Not that my "learning" to drive has progressed any in the past five years. Anyway, it has been lapsed for two months now and i finally got called on it by a cashier. I hate going to the DMV and having them take terribly unflattering photos of me that i will have to look at for the next couple of years.
So randomly, i was wondering if you have a cassette player?