Story from work this week. Ya....

So this was my night on Thursday. Thursday happens to be the busiest night of the week for the Bar. I'm sure I've also posted about the demographics of our patrons as well.  With that said the majority of people in the bar usually happen to be heterosexual. That night was no exception.  Well, as I'm working I just happened to see a familiar face.  He comes in from time to time.  Well, he happens to be a gay for pay star.  Now that means in case any reader(s) out there is unfamiliar that this man, this straight man, gets paid to have "relations" with other men on film.  He's actually pretty well known.  I had to find a video after the first time he came in, just so I could enjoy his... Work.

Like I said, he's come in time to time in the years I worked there (I know, phrasing). After a while he's started to recognize and we cordially chat.  Well, this time it took a dofferent term.  Now careful reader(s) because I'm going to use exactly quotes.

"You've been around here a while, and are a cool guy. Want to get real fucked up and do some fucked up shit?"

Yeah, it gets better.  Other events of the night includeme learning what "party-favors" are and him pulling out his "business" and "helicoptering" it.  Let's see...what else... Heh, thats it for now.  Guess he's started bringing his "work" home.

In case you're wondering, no I did not go home with him. But we text ;)
In other news: I have 34 visits to the Disneyland parks in the last 6 months. Enjoy is picture of Sully and I.

Ugh

I just wrote an incredible post about my grandmother and only half of it saved. Sorry, you would have enjoyed that one.

Tragic Tranny Trainwreck: the Sing-a-long

So at my work is karaoke every Monday and now every Sunday. This is partially how I got hired in the first place.  I love singing so my first venture out into the "community" was the weekly karaoke jaunts.  The owner got to know me and when they needed me I happen to need a job.  Bing bang boom, you're caught up.  I know and I realize that I'm not the best singer.  I accept that.  Now, in that bar on a Monday it's possible, regardless, karaoke night has me starting to doubt my abilities.

I have standards and little rules I abide by.  One is I never sing anything more than once a week.  You get these people who come in weekly and honestly sing the same damn songs with their same damn friends EVERY week. We're talking the same five or so songs.  I don't get it. And h honestly, they're not that great.  Yeah, I'm looking at you mixed tape.  Here's the thing though: I really don't care how you sing as long as you're having fun.  Recordings of your singing may be used to torture innocent people in some country ending in "stan" but if you're up there having a good time, I really don't care.  That's the second rule.  Now if the first rule is broken the second doesn't count, sorry about it.  You can't be up there standing there staring awkwardly at the monitor singing "Sweet Transvestite" every week.

Now, the purpose of this post wasn't for me to describe and bring you along on my own weekly personal hell.  It's a feeling I've been getting from the crowd lately.  Lately I have doubting my abilities.  I already mentioned that I know I'm not the best singer, but what I do know is that I'm a performer. Baptist sure made sure of that.  Now, when Felecia there gets a roaring applause from standing there awkwardly and scratching out a Lady Gaga song not even in the right tempo, but I don't get sprinklely after turning out some Bublè what am I supposed to think?  I realize I shouldn't base my abilities from the reaction of a bar drunk off Amberbock but it still has its effect one my esteem.

I don't want to sound like I'm fishing for complements but this is a weekly occurrence.  I don't know. My I should lower my performance level and stand there like a lump and speaksing Under the Bridge or something... Give that a try. Everyonce in a while I get a little ego boost.  This last Monday this couple said they drove over an hour to come hear me sing.  Kind of shocked me a bit.  I asked them if there was anything they wanted to hear me sing expected they'd choo out of my history.  Nope.  "Hey, Soul Sister"...really!? Turns out I don't know that song too well. Sorry guys.

Sorry it's been a while. I don't even have any good YouTube videos to leave you with.  Just go watch Archer.