14th
I know I never update this thing.
I suck.
Working on the other thing.
The other night we were short a waitress at work, and over staffed on bartenders so I had to do the floor. Sober. Bottle hooking sans any sort of numbing agent. Ugh. It was a very fist pump Jersey Shore sort of night. As far as the eye could see meathead guidos were taking their shirts off…and they were sweaty, so sweaty. Shoving past them on the dance floor their slick skin pushed against my body. God I missed my safe haven behind the bar. I missed those three feet of wood, the only sweaty bodies rubbing against me back there belong to my barbacks. This is why strippers make the big bucks. My coworkers asked me why I didn’t want to do the floor all the time. I sold like crazy and made twice the money that we usually do behind the bar.
Not for all the money I made and blew up my nose.
I went home and took two showers to wash off the second hand sweat and Axe body spray.
