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Name: Rob
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Fairfax County
Birthday: 2/14/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: eating, sleeping, eating, working, eating, playing with the dog and eating. oh yeah did i mention i love food.
Expertise: eating, sleeping and doing shots of Patron. GM is a bad thing.
Occupation: Hustler to some and Club Manag
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
12/7/2003
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| monday night posting.
ok, i'm drunk and a bit jacked up. i played with the devil tonight and tried to be cool, but that fucker wouldn't take no for an answer.
long story short, i got a late call from felipe and he asked me to come dow and bowl in a tournament for 2g's. quicker then a prom dress coming off, i was out the door and on my way to dc. do i bowl you ask? hell yeaz! i'm damn good on wii.
fast forward a few hours.
i suck at bowling when i'm buzzed. when i got there, i did two frames and it was strike heaven. then i went to the bar and it was all down hill from there. i should have known. im the same way, when i play pool. needless to say, there was a lot of shit taking amongst the clubs and friends. thank you baby jesus for not letting me make any side bets. hell, at one time i swung and dropped the ball back towards the crowd. yes, i was that guy. fat fingers + small holes+ two shots= LOOK THE FUCK OUT!
everything was fine and dandy, until, this guy who i have never met before walked up to me. now just the other day i had a talk with a friend about how dudes, girls, parents, and talking dogs come up to me and say " hey isn't your name rob?" and its like we are best friends from grade school. it was like this tonight. as i was chilling, getting my bowling on, this guy walks up to to me and says
unknown guy- you are rob. we have a common friend.
me- we do? who?
ug- lily carpetener!!
m- lily carpenter? that name doesn't ring a bell. i know a few lilys though.
ug- you don't know a lily that lives off ffx county parkway
at this point, im kind of bugged out bc i do know a lily parmenter. SHE IS MY HOUSE MATE
ug- she is asian and has an akita.
m- uh, that's my dog and she is my house mate. lily parmenter.
ug- oh yeah, parmenter. i knew that
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!
i have never me this guy EVER. i dont know who he is or how the hell he knows where i live or who i live with.
ug- we should hang out sometime. it was great to finally meet you!
this is when i start texting lily ---- OH EM GEE BITCH!!!!! why is it that your booty calls know who i am and what my dog looks like and where were live.
she responds back with some nasty remark and i ask her to PLEASE take down or remove the two photos of me in this house down.
now don't get me wrong, this happens all the time. it really does. but it's more like girls i have never met or girls i was so wasted that met and forgot ever meeting them. this is allowed.
now when some random dude walks up to you and pulls the crap mentioned above, its just plain crazy. why would you walk up to a guy who you have never met, but have seen in picture at a booty call.
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i passed out and didn't feel like finishing it.
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| so like a dumb ass that i am, i thought i saw chuck park at current last night. so what do i do? i walk up to him and tap him on the jaw and say "what up fucker?!" it's at this time, i realize it's not chuck park. its some other dude who kind of resembles chuck. hahahahaha
needless to say, i bought the guy a few drinks and couldn't stop apologizing.
what is the lesson learned?
DON'T TAP MY FRIENDS ON THE CHIN!
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| thats like saying just the tip. how the hell do you just have one drink and go home? i know i have never been able to do that, unless, i have been under the weather.
so the story goes like this...... music please......
i wasn't supposed to work, but of course my handy dandy mr. helper had thought because i was taking off for the weekend that i would work his thursday shift. uh, i don't remember you being to concerned about me and what time i have off when he took 3 weeks of vacation. the entire day i had been running around. it started off at the bank. there is nothing like waking up to an email from the accountant asking where 2 grand in cash has went. at first, i thought i was reading things because my eyes were a little cloudy, but once they came to focus, it was 2 grand just like i had read it. hell, reading an email like that is better then two cups of java from star bucks. i was in the shower and out the door in minutes. i can't say i set a record time getting to the city, but the last time something like this happened at 1223, i went from door to door in under 21 minutes.
once, i got to work i swung my the bank. since starting at current, i have developed a nice working relationship with everyone the connecticut branch. i walked in and said my hellos like norm of cheers and then walked up to chanie, the teller, and asked "bro, by any chance were you 2 grand over last night?" his response was " that was your money?" four gray hairs later, the money was back in the account and everyone was happy.
then it was off to abra to deal with out liquor license renewal. going to any dc government agency is always a pleasure. this is where you get to practice the art of zen. everyone that works for dc government moves the speed of molasses in winter. there is never a rush for anything and don't ever piss off who ever is helping you, because if you do, you are marked for all your remaining years in doing business with them and they will never help you out.
then it was back to current to take the remaining loot to the bank. it was about 2 pm and this is when mr. helper decides to text me to tell me he can't open. well isn't that just lovely i'm thinking. so now i have .
to go home shower and change again, iron my shirt and then get back to the city by 4. i made it back by 430
fast forward a few hours and i get cut. its about 9:30 and i head over to jos to take care of a wireless mic situation. this is about the time i'm deciding to go out or to go home. in my mind i know if i go out, i'm going to get buzzed up because its been a long week and i need a drink. yet, i know i have to go home and do laundry for my trip to la la land. my boy texts me asking for my itinerary and i tell him im enroute home and the only way i won't make it is if a girl calls.
RING RING RING MOFO PICK UP
just one drink is what i hear. come back and have a drink with me. we haven't seen each other in two weeks. normally, i would only do this for two reasons. 1. im dating her and getting some or 2. im not dating her but i would like to get some. with this person there is no getting because she is married and has a man, but i still go. its about 10:20 p.m when i get there.
fast forward to 1 a.m. we have been at jos since midnight and one person on the team has went m.i.a rather then send out a search party for said lost team member, we just belly up to the bar and keep doing shots. now its 2 a.m, i'm buzzed and getting into my car. i haven't been home all day to pack or get ready for this trip. valet pulls my car up and i guess i was paying attention because when i get in, i have a gift in the passenger seat. normally, i would have taken the gift to the house or her place and stayed the night, but being the strong willed person i am, i just took her home and kicked her out because i had a flight to catch. hell, what i should have done is stayed with her and played and then left straight from there to the house, picked up my stuff and then drive to dulles. did this happen. OH NO!!!
instead, i told her no. i went home and passed out. didn't pack a thing. in my head, i hear lily yelling at me. all i can thing about is no mom, i don't want to go to school today and please leave me alone. hahahahaha i get up, shower and pack. this is when i decide that i need to check in. hhhmmm, it should have been a sign when i couldn't check in. did i see it? nope. why? because i was still drunk from the night before. its when i get to the airport i realize i have left a few things behind like chargers, sunglasses, business cards and a pair of jeans. i guess someone was on my side because i then missed my flight because i couldn't find the virgin AMERICA ticket counter. i was standing at virgin ATLANTIC ticket counter wondering why it was closed and wouldn't be open for 6 more hours. WTF?!?!?!? where are the kiosks so i can check in? where is anybody? it was like a twilight zone episode.
i walk ALL the way down the other way looking for the ticket counter and this is when i decide i should ask someone. i ask and they say it's ALL the way down the opposite way i just came. SHIT! i walk back and i'm back at the same closed counter. this is my light bulb begins to flicker with an idea. let me walk further down this way and MAYBE i might find something. TAH DAH we have a winner folks.
let's just say the ticket agents weren't all that pleasing on the eyes and i couldn't help over hear them talking about people stalking them on twitter. stalking? stalking you? on twitter? in my mind, girl even if i was your friend i wouldn't want to follow you on twitter. why would anyone follow you on twitter? $25 later i was back on the road heading home. now my hang over was in full effect. THUMP THUMP THUMP. maybe, i thought, if i get food, i might feel better. WRONG! i haven't had whole milk since high school and boy was i was on the verge of just tossing my cookies. by this time, all i wanted was a nice cold floor and a i.v. i had neither. instead, i was back at the house laying in my bed praying i didn't throw up on myself or bed. by now, the partners in crime are awake and texting or calling. did you make your flight? are some of the text. i respond back at 8:30 am, no im still in bed and missed the flight.
to be continued......... im sleepy. im about to take a nap on this plane. i have a feeling its going to be drooling nap. | | |
| let me preface this by saying am all about any sexuality anyone might choose. i could care less, just as long as you don't preach to me about what is right or wrong. i live in a world of grey so i never choose a side.
i have been hit on by girls and boys and not once had an issue until tonight. i have to laugh because it's just so funny but ewww at the same time.
i swung by the backlick 7-11 to pick up my odwala protein drinks and maxim. why i don't subscribe to it i have no idea? ok, back to the story. so the dude has worked there for as long as i can remember and just screams "i'm gay." there was never a reason to care about his sexuality, except, he sure does wear a horrible toupee and his poor boyfriend must either hate it or just love him to pieces. hahahaha oh, and the fact that he dyes this toupee. it makes for a good chuckle. there is one more thing that i have noticed about cashier dude. there have been times i have bought tattoo magazines, mens health, stuff, maxim and maybe woman's health because i was so hopped up and if there was a scantily clad woman on the cover he always turned the magazine over so that the cover was face down.
anyhoo, i'm rambling and i'm sober. sorry.
as i was heading home tonight, i felt an urge to go have a beer. i drove by ara and cafe noir and saw nothing to exciting going on and headed towards my house. as i was heading home, i thought hey why not go to paper moon and have a few drinks there. i was about to make up my mind, when i realized i passed it. i made a u and onto old keene and, once again, realized i had made a wrong turn. by this time, i said fuck it. i want to spend some money. it's just burning a whole in my wallet. this is where 7-11 came in.
i walk in and pick up my juices and realize there are no maxims at the counter. i head over to the magazine rack and start thumbing threw them. this is when i feel "eyes" on me. i'm not talking "hey, stop reading and buy" eyes or " i need to watch this guy so he doesn't run out with my juice and magazines" eyes, but "uh hhmmm" eyes. after two or three minutes i grab my magazines and head to check out. i'm not making this shit up, but he is looking me up and down. in my mind, "is this mofo checking me out?" "WTF!?!?!!?" "wait, this mofo is older then dirt." "all man, i feel dirty now."
i pay and leave.
all i could think of is eewww.
i need to meet some hot ladies in california this weekend to make me feel better about myself. | | |
| i work with morons. i really do. trust me, i don't think i have my shit together, because i know i don't. i do know that i would never post a fb ad on my fan page that the staff is all connected to sending out and employment ad.
my phone starting buzzing at 7 a.m. at first, i thought it might be china doll broken down on the side of the road or lost and needing some assistance. instead, it was the start of 1 of 8 phone calls with panicking girls wondering if they should go find jobs elsewhere.
this is the dumb shit i have to deal with.
the sad part about this job and my life as it is, i thought i had calmed down and become more mellow and could hold my tongue. not with this place. i have never had so many meetings about nothing as i did yesterday. there were 3! the first one started at 10 am and didn't end til 2 pm. what did we accomplish? i don't know. oh, wait, i remember now. i get to buy a storage shed for the bar outside. WOOO HOOO!!!! home depot here i come. uh, the second meeting was with our accountant and we kicked a dead horse for an hour. what did we solve? kicking a dead horse makes you angry. the last meeting of the day 7 to 10 was a bit more fruitful, since we were at dinner. the only good about this meeting was that i vented and told my side of about to go postal but now i'm cool since the pressure valve has been relieved.
this is the way i see it. the place was being run my a person who just wanted to get ass and a paycheck. there have been no checks or balances for the last year. i understand you call the wolf in. the wolf being me, to fix this place. something i thought that i could do under 90 days is defiantly going to take 6 months to a year. this place is fucked up. with that said, let me do what i do. it's not like they don't know my back ground.
hell, i have saved two places in the past and made money doing so. let me do my job. oh, don't get me wrong. i might be just like him in a few ways. i'm always looking for the lightning bolt and i love getting a pay check, but i know how to do the balancing act and get shit done.
two more days until california. i have a meeting set up with jerry to do a walk through of the spot in hollywood. i'm not as gung ho about this as i was in the past, but i see it as a tool to get off the east coast and back to the west. i have called my realtor and told him i am ready to sell as is. i will do the bare minimum, but i want out. I NEED OUT!
i know the dark cloud is coming. lily can see it starting to form. there hasn't been a day that she hasn't mentioned how much she knows i hate this house. i guess i'm finally realizing this isn't what i signed up for.
i feel the need for another tattoo. i can't shake this word kick i'm on. i have that picked out. also, i have scheduled my appt to finish my sleeve. as much i hate the fact that i will be lopsided, i can't think or decide what to do with the left arm. who knew one tribal piece would hold up the process. hahahaha | | |
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