In an event that will rattle around in my head for weeks to come, my friend Nikki had two "exes" show up at my work at Montego's, the strip club for which I DJ.
If you're in "The Industry," as those of us who work in strip clubs are considered, there's obviously no negative stigma to being a strip club DJ if you date a co-worker (ie. a stripper).
However, this departure from normal occupation (let me stress that I have a real job during the day) is not, say, how I would want two girls for whom I've cared so much about (one was a girl that I was with for four years and another was probably the biggest "crush" I'd had in my adult life and actually dated for a brief period two years ago. I'd rather they'd seen me setting up a network or resolving some technical issue; not announcing a series of dancers.
It was funny seeing three of my best friends, Erik, Shavantee, Nikki, and two significant girls in my life all at the same table. It looked like an intervention. I bought them all drinks and resisted the urge to put the tab on my Dad's credit card (I already owe him for cigars, alcohol, a shirt, and a couch cleaning bill... all related to my antics after his marriage last Friday).
So upon leaving the club, my drunken ex girlfriend of four years slurred that she "knew she'd find me at a strip club"and to "have fun with the strippers" and yelled "man whore" as the door to her friend's van shut. Moments earlier, she stated that her "bladder was full" and she needed to "throw up," so I'll take her comments with a grain of salt.
Ouch. I hadn't talked to this person in six months because we'd gotten in a fight and this was not how I wanted any brief reunion to go.
I feel like my sails are deflated, though. Sobriety didn't help the situation either. My counselor, Dr. Jack Daniels was not going to bill me with a hangover tomorrow. Ok, I had a shot to take the edge off the awkwardness of the situation, but I sit here, writing sober.
So, was Doogie Howser the first blogger? I mean, he wrote in his personal log on the computer, just like I'm doing now, but his log was broadcast over the television during 1989 to 1993. Okay, since "blog" is short for "web log," it's not the case. However, I feel eerily similar when I sit here like a schmo typing my daily thoughts into a computer.
goochout.
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