NEW SITE!!!!

Found a new site! Am still slowly working out the bugs but from now on, I'll be yelling at a different location: Busy Doing Nuthin'

See you on the flip side......

Your Future Self...

If the future you could fax a statement to you, what would it say?

Perhaps it would say that dressing your dog up in stupid shirts was a bad idea or maybe that it's not as bad as the woman outside Nestors that puts a hoodie on her poodle and covers it's little ears.... terrible look by the way.

Want to Clarify...

As I've been over thinking things as I do (who else remembers conversations from when they were 8?) I want to clarify that I welcome the critiques as they add to fuel to the blogging fire & spawn stuff I may otherwise forget like the STORK... didn't write about the stork... will write about the stork when I know more about the stork & it's not the stork that brings babies but rather it brings disease and conquers the world. Yes you should be confused as was I for most of the night.

more to come on storks & other non sensical musings

Inappropriate Started at a Young Age...

You may recall my friend, Nanz (seriously the best picture EVER. I've had to promise her that I wouldn't post this on facebook). Well, I met her the first day of grade three as she was the new kid in class when at recess, I grabbed her hand & exclaimed "Let's play!" and dragged her out to the see saws (Am realizing that I wasn't just inappropriate but bossy then too... )

Now, it may occur to you that there is nothing wrong with just transpired and you're right there was nothing wrong with what had just transpired. In fact, it could even be deemed cute that I welcomed the new girl with such exuberance. It's more what I said AFTER we met up with her sister that could turn some heads & ask "'scuze me?"

If you recall, I'm the same girl that played 'I'm the only Gay Eskimo' to the gay guy at work and reiterated Will Ferrel's Neil Diamond sketch to the Columbian immigrant '...my creativity is fueled by my hatred for immigrants & breaks into Coming to America...'

So it's of no surprise that the first thing that popped out of my mouth would be "I've never seen people like you before!"

Yea, I said that.... and it isn't because she is black.... it's because she's half black. Yea, loved my mom but I think she slept in the morning she was to teach me manners. You see, I used to see Nanz, her sister & her mother (who is white) at swimming lessons at the pool during the summer and I did what any clueless child in that situation would do... I stared and for long periods of time to the point where Dressage (her sister) gave me the eye stare back (you know you look at the person & bug your eyes out back at them to say 'yes, F off, I can see you staring at me).

I once asked a friend around the same time "How was the funeral?" and was told you NEVER ask that question... and to my recollection, have never uttered those words again... You see, I DO learn from my mistakes... just tell me. Course, I'll just find other ways to embarrass others (it's never me at the time, I'm clueless). Talk to loud, fall down and so on.. the list just grows....

I'm the only Gay Eskimo...

I've been listening to this for years & actully thought for years it was from SNL and featured Jack Black. This is because I downloaded from limewire (I don't steal music) and I can make up what it would look like in my head which is actuallly WAAAAAAAAAAAAY funnier then what I ended up seeing today. Although... still a chuckle




What's even better is that I played this for the unconfirmed gay guy at work (only unconfirmed at the time. I later met his partner. Also I'm the only one that picked up on it... For no reason either. One day I just looked at him & decided to start using partner instead of gf. I have the gaydar) ... So apparently I'm so inappropriate to the point of it being cute because I'm so clueless.

My other favourite moment was singing the words to Will Ferrell's sketch on SNL of Neil Diamond, to the woman who had immigrated here from Columbia & I quote:

"My creativity is fueled by my hatred for immigrants" and then sang "Coming to America"

I actually saw Ceasar's mouth open to stop me from spitting it out but the words fell out of my mouth non the less and instead, she hung her head & shook it. Yea, I'm classy.

the trouble with blogs..

So I was chastised on Saturday because my post about last weekend read like one long inside joke which does happen from time to time as I have to decide whether or not I'm going to let you in on the joke and then I'm really trying to decide between a super long as post or a continuous post for days........

It also got asked whether or not I had sex in that post. I want to clear this up now, I have not nor have I ever had sex on this blog . There are certain things I will write about & reveal about myself. My hoo ha being a big topic of that nature but sex will never get talked about. Mostly because I figure I could start another website and charge for that kind of information (JOKE.. it's a joke. It was pointed out to me that you don't always know it's a joke).

But in all honesty, I would never talk about that subject for several reasons. One of which, it's really non of your business. If there is a ancedote where that would be part of the story, I tend to glaze over it & trust you are smart enough to read between the lines.

Secondly, this is supposed to be a funny & light hearted blog. I make jokes. Nothing serious gets written about (with a few exceptions) but I don't like to air real relationship dirty laundry out in the open. If I do, it would be quite veiled. If I am talking about you, aka: Trainwreck, I pretty much have lost all respect for you and value nothing that transpires between the 2 of us. However, someone like Furniture Man did get mentioned but in the context of me visiting him. But I would like to think you don't know the intimate details of our relationship as that is private. If I do refer to sex... it is ALWAYS for the joke or even to move the story along. Even they kiss in disney movies.

Thirdly, I have family that reads this... I don't want them knowing everything.. weird!

Fourth & last point. I have a time buffer too. If something happened this past weekend that would be a good story but seems too soon to talk about... I'd wait about a year. The cousin date was funny because it happened in 1999. Ok, so it's just funny but I would probably start making fun of my break up with Furniture Man a year from now as the dust has settle & feelings are no longer really an issue.

But bottom line... Nothing of any real value to me gets unfolded here. If I could tell a stranger the story, I will write it. (I have become very comfortable talking about my hoo ha). Which is funny as some guys I have dated have read this & I'm pretty sure it freaks them out because they think I'm some big party girl but as I've said many many times, the stories where I just sit there aren't as funny.

So no, I didn't have sex with the gay guy I dated either... he just watched.

I'm also debating about switching from Blogger so I can multiple pages so I can have the rules of the blog and a cast of characters handy for reference.... as some ppl do not like their names but as of the weekend have found ones that stick.

I'm looking for a Good Labial Crack

I got ahead of myself yesterday when I referenced a person I had yet to write about. I also can't believe I failed to mention one of the biggest characters I have met in some time I'll name Pathological. I use the word character because I am not sure if I met the real him or a composite of him.

On the Sunday of the Labour Day weekend, 15 of us got together to go wine touring in Kelowna (huge wine country up there). Course we had hired a van to drive us around as none of us are responsible enough to spit & drive. So we piled into 2 vans. One of which had a very young (21) hot blonde driver to which Dickhouse couldn't help admiring. Quick to his aid, as a good friend and wingman is, Pathological tells the hot driver that Dickhouse is a Google Earth Pilot...

Yes, a Google Earth Pilot. You know how Google Earth has photographs of pretty much everywhere on earth up to the minute.. well as the story goes, pilots fly all over to capture those moments for the web (and you thought it was satellite) and Dickhouse is one of them... I'm not sure if she didn't believe him either but I have to admit Pathological has a certain je ne sais quoi when he tells a story. Charisma doesn't quite sum it up perhaps convincing does.

Before I was introduced to him, I was informed of this tale he told the driver.. I was also told he likes to lie.... like all the time. Not lying as he puts it. As he puts it, girls don't want to hear about the boring marketing bla bla that you do on a daily basis. THIS, this is a conversation starter. You start off by telling someone you're a Google earth pilot and before you know it, you're engrossed in conversation... yes, it's gross.

For example Mr Profession told us he is a Chiropractic Gynecologist and we giggled. (may have been the wine). And he says.. I know! I know! everyone laughs but it is real.

"I studied down in California just recently moved back to Vancouver to open my own practice there" he explains.

He then he goes on to explain any objections you may have as he's heard it ALL before. This especially comes in handy when the girl at hand has her boyfriend standing there objecting to what Pathological is saying. WITHOUT flinching he can masterfully not only pull off this lie but you start to think you should make an appointment with him. It's a beautiful thing.

If you go through my friends on facebook (and oh YOU too could be one... ), you'll note he said he know me because we "met randomly in 2007: We worked together at a Chiropractic Gynecological Facility in San Diego". Felt so honoured to be part of the lie because let's face it, I LOOOOOVE a good story.

Course when I met the OBGYN on Saturday, my first instinct was to ask if he knew Pathological as I figured that was just a conversation starter.... course when I realized he REALLY was a doctor, I could not help myself from talking about my Hoo Ha for 20 minutes (yes, I keep bringing that up ... it too is a beautiful thing).

When I emailed Pathological to tell him of my amusing encounter, he asked me if I have developed my own fake profession... It's a delicate thing. You don't just make something up that would be totally believable but you create something kind of odd that makes the person think is she/he or isn't she/he? The more ostentatious the lie... the more likely the person will believe... But I had nothing. Not 2 minutes after hitting send I got this in my inbox:

"Highly suggest something like, "Lead Negotiator for NetJets." You work with Bombardier, Gulfstream, Lear, Honda, etc., to negotiate the lease/buy contracts for all of the aircraft in the fleet. Your dad was a pilot so you grew up around planes. And after attending Law School at UCLA you decided that you'd prefer to use your skills to negotiate contracts. You moved back to Vancouver since NetJets has an alliance connection to MillionAir at the YVR and it's an easy direct flight from Vancouver to all of the major manufacturers. Oh my god this rocks!"

I'm telling you this shit just rolls off his tongue... I have 3 weeks to get this story down with a straight face for his party. Course he'll be there helping the tale along... can't wait!

Business Time

Thank you Shaloah for all the links this week.... Happy Friday! wish it was Wednesday.

My Apartment....

So let's say we meet. We chat. We get to know each other. You tell me where you live. Perhaps it's Langley. I tell you I live downtown in Yaletown. You think that's fancy. Although, I know what a shoebox of a home I live in, you wonder what my apartment looks like. So you say to me "Wanna show me what a Yaletown apartment looks like?" except instead of an email we're at Bar None, and instead of 2pm it's 2 am and instead of being sober we're hammered AND instead of you being attractive, you're one creepy ass married guy from Toronto.

Yea... no matter which way you ask that... it's creepy.

So I totally did him. Ok, so it was more like I looked at him with disgust and walked away to talk to someone I considered to be 'safe'.... my friend's old boss. Which under normal circumstances IS a safe person. As he is in no way a threat nor is he a dick BUT when asked "So are you coming over to have sex?" I feel the need to flee and straight into a limo with the Toronto Argonauts.... Since when did hanging out with a Football team become the best choice? Well, let me take you back to a time I like to call Saturday night.

Saturday started when I met up with some girlfriends down at Opus as they took out a bride to be for dinner as they couldn't attend her stagette up in Whistler this weekend. It was also High rise's birthday so he and the boys went to the Lion's game for a little football action and beer. I met up with the girls at Opus (worst service EVER!) and we headed over to Glowbal for birthday fun.

Glowbal is divided into 2 sections the restaurant up front and the lounge, After Glo, in the back. The back room was pretty much filled with our friends. It's not a big place but when everyone is piled up directly in front of the bar, it makes for an even more crowded venue. Everywhere you turn, there are people. One time I turned and started chatting with an OBGYN.

I automatically think he's friends with the Pathological liar I met up in Kelowna (story to come and realize this part would have been funnier if I had explained my new friend to you) so I kept asking him.. do you know Mike. When I realize that he is indeed an OBGYN, I couldn't help myself, I had to tell him my stirrup story. I couldn't help myself, I have never met one of them out of their natural environment (between my legs) and I told him this. He wanted to remind me that they are people too which I agree with but I just don't want mine to exist outside of that little room. As far as I'm concerned no one really LOOKS at my Hoo ha as long or to the extent to which those doctors do. He told me it's all business. Sure, but last time I checked I never just took off my pants & placed a paper sheet across me for kicks & giggles. (I'm now picturing one messed up sexual experience)...

I don't know how to recover from talking to a stranger about my hoo ha so I moved along. Perhaps because I bring up my crotch when I first meet someone or perhaps I'm always looking in the wrong places but honestly, I think the real reason I'm single is because I'm mildly retarded... there really is no other way to explain how I never pick up on the fact I'm being hit on... or at least in a subtle way.

So I'm talking to someone I deemed geeky at first but after speaking with for some time, gained points on the hottie scale. I loved that he was decked out in name brand clothes head to ankle and then donned 12 dollar shoes. (well not LOVED as I always look at shoes but I like the fact he wore something because he liked them vs it's cool or what have you and it's funny) ANYWAYS... we chat & I do something I never do... I offered to buy him a drink. Mostly because I'm cheap but to be honest, guys usually are buying me drinks probably because it's something they think they should do and the fastest & easiest way for me to say yes to the disgusting things their going to suggest in my ear.

So I buy him and the birthday boy a drink and we chat some more (now, it's some on into the night & I've inbibed quite a bit so the next part of the conversation is a little fuzzy to me) He says to me "You're 32 how could I date you?" and I retort "oh yea, I know I'm not 18"... and he says "no no... "How could I date you?". You know what I heard? "Yea, there is no way in hell I 'd be seen out with you in public" not the as I've later been explained to "please inform me what to do here"... yea, so after I shot him down now twice (which was the real goal with me spending time & money on a guy I'm trying to get to know) he mentions that I should go to the party he's leaving the bar for. I THEN explain that I'm sticking with my girls that night (why???? they don't care. They leave me all the time) and then he left... with out me.. Yes, if I were a movie , it'd be about here you'd either be yelling at the screen what an idiot I am or getting up & leaving because I liken my stupidity to Jon Favreau's character in Swingers.... painful.

Anyways, Glowbal shut down and me and my girls headed to Bar None (knew I stayed with them for a reason) It was about here where the night went from drunk to drunker. We headed into the back VIP area and ran into several of the players from Toronto... I of course tell them I don't like the CFL or Toronto and this could be the answer to psycho player on Brutal's couch that asked me why I was there, all of his friends were all over me. True I was talking to several people .. whether or not they played is another question. I basically just told them how much I hate the leafs and then was asked to show off my apartment so I went to the bar where it was 'safe' but even better, get plied with alcohol. So as the ugly lights were being turned on, I was being asked if I was coming over for some good luvin'.... yea? what was that Bell? You're going outside? let me run er walk with you.

Standing outside collecting ourselves presented a bit of a conundrum for Bell... does she go with the giant player or go home... I had one question: Is he NOT the hottest guy you've ever seen? so she ran off only to come scurrying back 2 seconds later "His friend wants to meet you". Seeing as my hot sexy proposition was explaining to me that I'm the one missing out, I happily ran off to jump in a limo with the lot of them and go... TWO BLOCKS??? yea, they dropped us off at Sui Hang, the late night chinese restaurant that's known for it's 'special tea' (beer) on Granville Street. Declining to go in, I scampered off to Brutal's place only to find creepy & yet another player on her couch. I would have just turned around and gone home but my feet were in SEARING pain so I needed to sit off the pain for a few moments.

Moral of the story: get some confidence in yourself & always wear comfortable shoes.

The Male Phoebe

Thank you Shaloah for passing this ditty along to me. The first one is about 3 minutes long & the second is about a minute and a half. Granted their a new testament to having songs that won't leave your head but are FUH-NEE......



This is an offering to the Punk & Grunge People out there

Least Likely Source...

Now, I'm not going to lie to you... I've gone to a couple of bars in my lifetime *cough* Ok, so I've been to a couple of bars this week. Even though, I've been known to be a bit of a lush, there are some drawbacks to frequenting such locales.

The hangover is an obvious negative and is becoming worse as this broad gets on in her years. Creepy, slimy men that ogle, drool, pathetically attempt to pick you up can be construed as a drawback but due to highly hilarious stories that result, they generally aren't so bad. Over pricing, over crowding & not finding somewhere to sit could be a problem. Even the music could be bad but then you just change locations.

No... all of that can be over come (with the aid of some ibuprofen and a gatorade), it's CRAPPY ass door men that piss you off that you really can't do anything about. They're big, cranky & in my opinion not always of the highest intelligence (Ok, so for arguments sake & because I don't want to hear about it, not ALL doormen are dickheads as I have been friends with a few in my day but for my argument, I need to build some momentum). It's their infuriating nature to which they dangle a good time in front of your face & if you are lucky enough, they will let you in. I thank Studio 54 for creating such a melee. Why some guy that is paid 12/hr decides whether or not I'm allowed in. FINE.. fire codes & over crowding are acceptable but it's when they're a dickhead that really turns me off. As thought the establishment doesn't really need my patronage and whether I come in, has no bearing on them. My favourite is when a bar will keep a line to MAKE it look busy when in fact there is no one inside.

I vowed after I turned 25 to not wait in useless line ups any more. If it's a matter of clearing the coat check... fine. If it's 5 minutes... fine but you reach an age & you start to know enough people, that really, you shouldn't have to WAIT the 3 hours you did when you were 18.

CASE IN POINT. Friday night, I was out for Stine's bf's birthday (nickname to come), and we decided after dinner to go to the Beagle for drinks. The beagle is a pub in Kits located on Broadway. We like it because you know a few people there & it's busy enough for that party feel you're craving.... As my friends were waiting to enter, up walks little blonde thing that shook her tits up to the doorman. As she was talking, Dark Bunny got a little impatient. We MAY have had one bottle of saki too many at the restaurant but lippy is not what Dark Bunny is. Hell, I've never even seen her raise her voice.... well, not in a serious way. So when she said "ok honey, are you going to seal the deal or what?" we laugh because HELLO! it's a joke. I find out that she said this as she was being escorted from the line.

You see, when I showed up to meet them, the doorman looked us & declared that none of us were getting in. We looked at him dumbfounded & he relented & said "Ok. SHE'S not getting in because she was rude to my friend" Ok.. WTF?? are you serious. Dude, you know that chick will never sleep with you right? She already got what she wanted and by the way.... it's the Beagle. Get over yourself which is what I mentioned to him after we decided to leave. Yea, I felt like mentioning to him that he's retarded so I may not be allowed back there either.

Course, this is the same place I came with Kung Yu one night where upon falling out of the cab, I marched right in to the pub not feeling one care in the world. I would even say I traipsed in as though I was entitled. So after Kung Yu pointed out I walked right in, Shaloah & Stine pointed out I walked right in, & then doorman came in after me & exclaimed "you walked right in" I couldn't for the life of me, figure out what the problem was & could only answer back "yea....... and?" and then we stared at each other.

This was much in the same manner the uncomfortable silences I shared with my father. He would approch my bedroom door & ask if I took out the garbage. After I would reply "yes", (and only in that tone an 18 year old can muster after years of breeding resentment) we would just stare at each other waiting for the other to add something to the conversation. He in my doorway and me sitting on my bed. Only he could break the awkward confrontation & would by walking away. I wouldn't talk to him again til the next day. Our phone conversations pretty much work in this kind of flow continuum hence my reluctance to phone him.

However, in this instance, it seemed simple to me. This was a bar, I want to drink, I walk in.... Unbeknown st to my beer goggles (more of beer shields. The kind that gives you tunnel vision and takes away your side perspective), I wasn't aware of the small line up that had formed. Needless to say, I won. Nor do I still understand the problem that night as the place was empty and all anyone could say to me was "you walked right in"... YES yes, i did.. No one is here so why is this an issue? that and I think I'm pretty darn special. The special police told me so when managed to rescue a dozen puppies from a burning building with my bare hands. Now if that's not miller time then I don't know what is.

Dogs aren't Reindeer

I've mentioned it before. Dogs don't like reindeer or emulating them in any way. They would much rather be Santa as seen below. (yes, I have NO LIFE if I'm still posting pictures of my dog from over 10 years ago)

LOOK HOW SAD HE IS.. his tail is down & hating me! Like our stockings? Mine is Rudolf

and you've seen this before but look how he smiles with the Santa hat.

Crab Shoot...

First rule of crab racing... don't talk about crab racing.

So I won't. I'll post photos

Here they are pre-race/dinner in the tub. You can see Syphilis to the right of the hand.

Here we are hovering around waiting impatiently for them to do anything.

Impatient for them to move, we got out the chopsticks & prodded them to move to no avail. My hair is blocking Lucy from view.

You Motorboating Son-of-a-Bitch

Motorboat: The placement of one's face, specifically the mouth, into the area between a well-endowed woman's breasts, followed by a rapid shaking of the face in a side-to-side motion accompanied by yelling. The resulting sound that is created sounds similar to an outboard boat motor.

So for labour day weekend, a few friends & I trekked up to Kelowna for a weekend of fun times, wine, wine touring and more fun times. Fun times were indeed had as was the wine. No shock that they tend to go hand in hand.

On our second night out on the town, we hit Rose's pub which has a LOVELY patio right on the lake. Among the multitudes of drunk people was a fellow in the fanciest (and by fancy I mean a value village special) brown suit off set by a baby blue shirt. Jammer actually had pointed him out earlier in the evening so by the time the social butterfly had made his way past our table, Jammer had enough drinks in her to grab him exclaiming "Hey you motorboating son-of-a-bitch" and proceeded to grab with both hands around the back of his neck and pull his head to her cleavage.

I don't know if it was because he was completely stunned or crazy drunk blondes are frightening (probably not.. which by the way is some obvious foreshadowing) but the look in his eyes & his complete resistance to Jammer wasn't as amusing as watching her wrestle with all her might to make him succumb to the boat and like most.... he finally did with a resounding brrrrrrrrrrb.

When we finished he looked at me and asked if I was next.... to which I replied no... Not because I'm opposed to the motorboat as I'm usually the one administering the task but because let's face it my girls are quite the disappointment. Because of the pathetic showing that they've made I'm not above wearing cutlets to enhance the look and well, I could just picture him pushing his face side to side knocking one of my cutlets right into someone's drink.

Fast forward to later in the evening when Suit (I still didn't know his name as the moment never really presented itself. Every time he'd walk past our table, I would just yell out "Suit! suit! to beckon him over as I had more boobs for him... Was feeling pimpish that night) managed to win a way into my heart... he was plying me with alcohol. It was after our second shooter when declares that I like him. To which I had to enquire why he thought that.

He goes onto explain that when I resisted him motorboating me that it showed I liked him & I was putting up a challenge. Not only did I choke on my drink becuase I was laughing, I managed to retort "Oh yea, I'm a big challenge". It was about then when Suze walked by stuck her head between my boobs & motorboated me like no other. Something about that moment seemed not only ironic but mocking..... Yea, dude, I'm in love.

sorry I'm about to subject you to this...

First Annual Kitsilano Crab Race

I hit the Llama Lounge Saturday afternoon for what was the 1st Annual (and probably the last) Kitsilano Crab Race .

First rule of Crab Race: You do not talk about Crab Race (ooops)
Second rule of Crab Race: You do not talk about Crab Race (double oops)

Anyways, we had all hit the markets, and carefully chosen our crabs. Upon arrival, we placed them in the tub, registered your crab and sized up the competition which was fierce. There was #1, there was Lil' JW and the front runner... Syphilis.

I named mine Lucy & said it's competitive edge was it's anger. I was then informed it took after it's owner... to which I say "BAH!" and surprisingly DIDN'T smack Hark (like to change it up.. the meds help but it's nice to keep em on their toes).

When race time approached we lined up our crabs (we ran them in groups of 4) in a pen... Ready! Set! Go! and we released the block & you know what happened?

Nothing. Crabs don't do anything. I really don't know what we were thinking.

Poking them with chopsticks doesn't help either. Capt'n managed to make hers scuttle 2 inches by poking it in the bum so we declared it an instant winner. After a lackluster race & a few Michael Vick comments we relented & decided to just throw em in the pot. I think Lucy was just mad I named him that... Found out you are only allowed to catch male crabs so giving him such an effeminate name angered him & out of protest wouldn't move...

I think next year we are going to try Lobsters but I won't keep you informed as Rule 1 clearly states You don't.........

How You Know You Don't Get Out Much...

I feel pretty safe in assuming that we've all been on a road trip. ANNNND I feel pretty safe in assuming that most of us have had too much to drink. ANNNNNND when you combine the two together, I feel pretty safe in assuming that it results in some late night hotel room debauchery & loudness.

side bar: One Vernon tournament weekend resulted not only in being kicked out of the motel but my 2 friends (brother's actually) spent a night in the drunk tank which actually worked in their favour. They both had beds & a good night of sleep while the rest had slept in a car & SUCKED bad the next day on the field because of it (definitely not the booze)... Actually only one brother had a good night of sleep. One didn't have a pillow & one got to use a roll of toilet paper to prop up his head.

ANYWAYS... so let's say you are on your stag & you want to do it up in style so you book a 1000/nite room. I suggest that unless you've done that before, don't start then... or just don't be a flaming retard.

I spent the labour day weekend up in Kelowna and not surprisingly, I met a stag. So when a flock of us went back to the suite for some aprés bar fun, there was a knock on the door. Yes, security came by to let us know we were too loud. (not a shock really. We did have the windows open, music on & we don't know how to speak w/out yelling). HOWEVER, it was the fat little agro man that spazzed at EVERYONE in the room that I couldn't handle. I don't appreciate someone yelling shut the f*ck up to my friends that are just sitting there. Not to mention the groom was a complete dickwad & was upset that he had been snubbed by Bell & brutal downstairs. I'm sorry, but girls get fed B.S. ALL THE TIME. So when you claim to be staying in some swank hotel & then CAN'T get in (no key, concierge ignores you), we assume yea, you're lying. It's called getting over it. I had to hear about it for a good hour after the fact & then the next day & then later that night...

Oh, did that seem long? yea, not everyone was a dickhead.. there were others that were fun.

OH.. and what is the difference between a 1000/nite room and a 200/nite room? Security wears flak jackets in the latter. Apparently I was rooming in the ghetto. When sercurity knocked on our door friday night we were met by a swat team. (ok, one guy) but did that stop us from continuing to party...... (ok, so I was asleep but my friends are nuts).