Work went by more smoothly this past Friday, unlike the last. Fast foward to an unpredictable night, the B.M.P. boys and girl threw a party like no other. Three days of myspace promotion, opening doors 30 minutes late, and leaving the staffing to the club owner made the night even better. It would have been a lot easier and more profitable to just staff our own party, but oh well. The environment just seemed right when we started playing some old school slow jams, plus Michael Jackson, in the 21+ room...of course before the doors opened. Collared shirt night was not in affect. What happens when we, minus the dj's, don't need to staff, we drink. I admit that drinking is a part of my lifestyle. For what reasons, realizing that working that 40-hr. week needs some weekend relief. I don't really drink, I just buy one drink for one person and one for myself. I can't let someone drink by themself. My dance partner for the night was good company. I tried dancing with others, but she kept pulling me in. Who do you think I am, your boyfriend? Whatever. With "liquid courage" brewing through my system, I missed chance after chance. I guess, being shoulder to shoulder ain't the same as having...
For some reason, when dancing, I laugh when a girl turns around and forces me to dance with just her butt. In response, no thanks. But, when I get to smell her hair and the fragrance on her neck, that is well worth the dance. Back to the booty dancing. When they do that, what am I supposed to do...spank them. Ha! Dancing is just too much for me sometimes. Choreography is more my style. I'm finally letting my life open up.
To sum up Saturday, I was knocked out during the afternoon time at 620. I made my way to watch the Pacquaio/Morales fight. Before the fight, I attempted to make a dinner bet with Tediocarm. I took the even rounds. Round 10 was the closer. Manny Pacquaio is the "Hero of the Philippines". I would have won too. The moment Morales dropped for the SECOND time, the bunch of us were screaming and hi-fiving, and releasing our filipino pride. Cheering at that time probably accounted for my lost voice, plus a few others. By 10pm, we were on our way to Luna Lounge.
I finally got to buy the birthday girl a drink...and then some. Ha! As one says "good times". Good times should never be in one place, one time, only time. They're constant. You bring the times of good and bad to you everyday. I got my Loco Moco at Japantown Denny's, and then got home just in time to wake up for my store meeting.
Hopefully my last week at the San Francisco store. 3am-1130am this week. Plus, jury duty.
note: Talking is the basis of great friendship. Let's do this sometime.