Saturday night we had another all black frat/hip hop private event at Topcats. Since we're all very very white, we always feel a bit under prepared. I don't mean this to be racist in anyway, it just a different culture that we are not accustomed too and often fail at accomodating (though we try).
Anyways, there ended up being about 300 people in TC with blaring rap music and lots of gross dirty dancing. When there are 20 people at the bar and only two tenders, people get pissed. Fact. Sometimes you have to be a bitch in these situations. Complete strangers do not have the right to call me a bitch however. Regardless, I'm pretty sure about 40 dudes called me a bitch, whore, slut etc because I didn't immediately come to them when they approached the bar. Sorry guy but 10 people are ahead of you and each fucking one wants 5 jager bombs or what have you so just wait your fucking turn. Then mass bitches vomited. It was just a bad night. I saw and heard a lot of stuff that made me really angry. For example, a guy and (I suppose?) his girlfriend are standing in the hallway:
Guy: Bitch, what you drinkin?
Girl replies. Guy takes it away and drinks it.
Ugh. Men are such fails. And those girls were fails for being treated like that. Whatever. I know its another culture but that really really makes me sad that any human gets treated that wasy and answers to bitch. Just not cool in my book.
OH AND THE MUSIC! There was a song called "Bitch, spread your pussy open". What good clean family fun. The boys found this song particularly hilarious and sang it to me (the lone female on staff) all night long. I assume this will continue too.
Anyways, so the bar made about 600-700 dollar. I made - 23. Yeah. I was not pleased. So around about 1am I realized how seriously fucked I am in tips. I told Jim and he told me to just get trashed. DONE AND DONE. I started pounding whiskey and PBRs. Come 2am when I'm cleaning vomit up in the bathroom, well, I quite frankly don't give a shit. I even don't mean being pretty damn rude to the stragglers still left at the bar at 2:30. Those boys are such babies about pushing people out. Me? Not so much. I simply go up to complete strangers and say " it's 2:30. We want to go home. You had fun. Now its our turn. You have 5 minutes before I chase you out. Thanks!"
Anyways, as I said I was drunk. Here are pictures to prove it.
Boys doing the spread your pussy pose. Lovely.
Jim.
Did I mention I was trashed?
Me and Dan.
So after that mess, Drew took me out for more drinkin. We went to the Stratford brothel. I got drunker, listened to the Beatles with Mike, danced with Lu, and coached Ashley through a quarter life crisis. The drunker I got the more people I told about my spring break treehouse adventure. Mike didn't believe it so I decided to call Jill to back me up. I forgot it was 5am. Ooops...I eventually went back to Drew's to pass out to the sound of Arrested Development DVDS. I woke up to "She wanted me to have something new. Sweet old thing." "only two of those things describe her...."
Anywho Sunday I spent recovering and grocery shopping. I bought my first "protein crumbles" which is just a ground beef substitute. The vegetarian thing is going well. I don't really miss meat much even. That really surprises me. I love a good chicken nug when I am drunk. Plus, I'm losing weight. YAY!
Today I had an audio exam. I don't think it went great but not bad. I was just too tired yesterday to really study. After audio I headed up to the computer lab for speech sci. I hate that class. I used to think my prof was hot but now I just think he's an ass. Plus, my class is like 40+ girls. And not just girls but fucking sorority dumbass whore girls. I no joke overheard a girl say "I better take my topless pictures off Facebook before someone masterbates to them!" These girls make me lose faith in humanity. Luckily, I have Jillbert and Sebastian to sit with and roll my eyes at. Oh, and make lots of "that's what she said" jokes with.
After SS we had clinical. I never do anything in clinical. Amazingly, my prof still loves me. I think cause shes never actually there (we always have specialty guest speakers) to see just how much I don't care/pay attention. Plus, outside that class she knows me as a hyper organized NSSLHA secretary.
I worked at Forever after school. I had to quit noodles before I really even started. I just know its all going to be a lot. I can't wait til I can have a grown up job, pressing buttons and makin' you crazy kids raise your hands and passing out hearing aids like candy. Having " AuD." after my name is going to be tight.
I think that's it for now. Night cuties.
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