Midterms = Delayed Posts. Sorry.

Okay, so it's midterm season over here and I've been bogged down with crap to do.  On top of that, it's prom season, so I've been illustrating dresses for the shop nonstop as well.  And I do have a social life, so this is the first I've been able to eek out some time to give a little update on the happenings in my double life.

Alcohol-Infused Weekend

Thursday:  I kind-of, sort-of run an underground bar.  I won't tell you where.  All I will say about it is: 1900.  People sit down, drink my drinks, stand up and never make it home again.  *Cue evil laughter*  Kidding.  We have a good time, though.  This past 1900 session saw the addition of 5 newcomers.  Thanks for coming out, ya'll!

Friday:  Happy Hour at this trendy Mexican restaurant and the SPOT for college students at my university.  One frozen Matrimonial Margarita and one Tequila Sunrise later, I went to work where I dressed exceptionally scandalously because it was Friday and the more over-the-top you are when it's crowded, the more tips you get.  As I prepared a drink behind the bar, the DJ, Awww Yeah, almost choked on his surprise, "oh no!  You've been turned!"  

I laughed in response, "nah.  This is how I am on the regular."  

"Oh, so you just got comfortable now."

"Yep," I smiled.

I was not, however, comfortable with HMIC saying that he'd like to be invited the next time I had a 1900 session.  (I'm pretty sure he was kidding though; he's a huge jokester.)

Saturday:  Do not-- I repeat-- DO NOT go to your place of work while intoxicated.  Unless, of course, you work at a strip club.  Then, it's okay and you'll have lots of fun!  My drink list for the night: 2 Nymphos, 2 straight shots of Jacky D., 1 Pina Colada, 1 Cape Codder, and Jungle Juice... before we went to The Club.  (We ended up going because the party we went to was wiggity wiggity wiggity WACK!)  1 1/2 Patron Margaritas (my boss gave them to me for free) and 1/2 Jose Cuervo Margarita (one of my customers bought it for me for a kiss on the cheek) at the club.  

How do you spell done?  N-I-K-K-I.  Highlights of the night: dancing on top of my friend's car and following two of my guys back to their room with a plate of food, cursing at them, demanding a fork.

Sunday:  I woke up still feeling the alcohol in my system so work was not an enjoyable experience.  And I had to work with Dallas, whom I do not like, at all.  I do not like people touching me.  I wish he would get that memo.

QUOTE OF THE NIGHT:

Me:  "What can I get for you?"

Customer:  "Squawk!"

No lie.  Something was wrong with this man's vocal cords.  I'm proud of myself for being mature and keeping a straight face because I was really caught off guard.

**BONUS**  QUOTE OF THE WEEKEND:

"No.  You gon' give me a mothafuckin' FORK!" - Me, while intoxicated.