1 post tagged “ways to die”

Last night seriously sucked.

Except the performance by JerBer Jones. Even though it was all lipsynced, I thought it was great (but I was, clearly, in the minority on that).

And except for the couple who were cruising for a third and who were, frankly, pretty hot (but, more importantly, both very cool). Had I been there solo, I might have gone for it (there were clear about letting me know it was an option).

Otherwise:

• Jesus (cute coworker) stood us up.
• Gladys drove me up a fucking wall.
  
• Cute guys were on Gladys from the minute we walked into the bar - leaving me to become invisible.
• No offense intended to Gladys but I do NOT understand that phenom. She's not ugly but she's also not sexy and she doesn't give off any "you want me" vibe... that I can sense... but guys apparently sense one, or pheromones, or something, cause this is not the first time I've witnessed this reaction to her.
• "Einstein" got himself perma-excluded from my "to do" list. Pretty much from my "acknowledge your existence" list too.
• Here's a clue for guys looking to get laid: When a woman gets so pissed off at you (with cause) that she tells you to FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE FOR AWHILE, it's generally wise to DO THAT; not to follow her around the bar all night and try to rub up on her and act "cuddly" every 15 minutes. That second option, the WRONG one... that's a pretty good way to risk losing your balls.
  
• I confirmed that THE Miss Kitty (who I ADORE) is, for the most part, officially leaving the club. I like the new hostess well enough but it's just not going to be the same. I mean, dramatically not the same. So much so that, after several so-so/bad nights at Kitty's, I'm wondering if it's also time for me to leave the club. Not that I have anything to replace it.
  

I was so fucking annoyed with Einstein that I was ready to go home around 12:30. Gladys repeatedly agreed to leave but would then immediately turn around and walk off in the opposite direction and/or go dance. WTF? I finally got her out of there just before last call (roughly 1:45), drove her back to the office (60+ miles), and then back to my home (35 miles) - arriving around 3:15am. Thankfully, barely any traffic and no one seemed to be drunk.

I decided to take a pre-bed shower and the tub, well... under the tub, started making sounds that tell me I may actually be pretty close to falling through the floor. Not cool.

I went to bed with my space heater on but totally paranoid of every sound it made (3, very young, LongBeach girls died in a house fire last week. It was started by a nice, normal, totally legal & UL approved space heater.). I finally heard one odd "pop" too many - especially since it sounded like it came from the extension cord, not the heater. I got up and unplugged the heater and was quite upset to see the plug looking "melty". Not melted. Not charred. And it wasn't hot. But it looked "less than right". So I guess that will freak me out enough to let my room stay redonk cold for the rest of winter (air from the wall heater doesn't make it into here).

I fell back asleep around 5a. The neighbor started house cleaning, and banging something (vacuum canister? i still haven't decided) on the outside trashcan at 8:15AM. I dozed off and woke to Moshi crying for attention. I dozed off again and woke to an ER vehicle coming down the street with sirens & horn blaring. I finally accepted that, despite how much I want to sleep, the Universe is pushing me to take my car in for a "why has my gas mileage suddenly dropped off?" checkup. Now that I'm awake, I'm gonna get dressed and do just that.