Just got into Toronto tonight, damn it’s cold. I can’t believe I made it. I was waiting for a roadblock to pop up such as my agent didn’t book the travel, I couldn’t find my passport, my clients cancelled all the meetings, my bags got lost . . . because, well, let’s just say this trip could have been better planned and in a bit more advance. But here I am in Toronto snug in my hotel room after being treated to a great dinner and even better martinis by my Canadian colleague who is just so damn cute and extreeeeeeeeeemely driven and can talk your ear off until she is hoarse. She told me stories until she was literally coughing from talking so much. I adore her. I've been flying by the seat of my pants and have finally landed. Last week was crazy, here's the schedule: Wed: San jose, Thurs-Fri: Sacramento, Sat-Sun: Tahoe, Mon: 4am shuttle pickup from San Jose to SF airport
Friday night we had fun in Sac as an 80s coverband rocked the house. Saturday night after a day of boarding we partied in Tahoe and I saw something I’ve never seen before. I saw a total skank work the bar. Not in a seductive way but in a full-on obnoxious way. I'm the first to admit some strippers can be very sexy, I've seen one who could write the book on seduction . . . but then there's THIS. Some guy actually shoved her away and she got all worked up about it. As she passed me she was like, “A guy PUSHED me. God, you don’t touch a girl” I’m all, “Honey, you’ve been begging for touch all night like a pussy in perpetual heat. With some guys that’ll do just fine because they're pussy hounds, but with others they’re gonna put their hand on your ugly, slutty-ass face like they’re gripping a basketball and snap your head back until you fall on your ass because you are just THAT annoying.” She stomped over and threw a fit to the manager who I imagine retorted “What do you expect whore?” But instead probably said something like, “That’s unfortunate, we’ll take care of it and kick out the bad boy who pushed you." I heard her answer as she passed again on her way to hump someone else’s leg, “Of course, I ALWAYS get my way.”
She was like 5', 80 lbs, fake tits, bleached hair. I think she was going for the Paris Hilton look but looked more like a girl from Fresno who went on a Mervyn’s shopping spree. Although she did mention she’s from xxxxxxx "where my husband lives but my boyfriend is over THERE," she clucked pointing to some dude who couldn’t be less interested. She pulled up her top and pulled down her pants and was kissing everyone who’d allow her to, male and female. And here’s the thing: our Cool and Funny Friend couldn't help himself and left with her and her boyfriend after making a real scene on the floor. Of course we made fun of Cool and Funny Friend the next day and got plenty of details and laughed, but the whole scene was more like watching a trainwreck.
I know what you're thinking. . . you're thinking Hey, it's better than a Saturday night game of charades. And I say, Hey, no it's not! Especially with drinks, a burning fire and a jacuzzi close by. Tahoe gets chilly at night.
Friday night we had fun in Sac as an 80s coverband rocked the house. Saturday night after a day of boarding we partied in Tahoe and I saw something I’ve never seen before. I saw a total skank work the bar. Not in a seductive way but in a full-on obnoxious way. I'm the first to admit some strippers can be very sexy, I've seen one who could write the book on seduction . . . but then there's THIS. Some guy actually shoved her away and she got all worked up about it. As she passed me she was like, “A guy PUSHED me. God, you don’t touch a girl” I’m all, “Honey, you’ve been begging for touch all night like a pussy in perpetual heat. With some guys that’ll do just fine because they're pussy hounds, but with others they’re gonna put their hand on your ugly, slutty-ass face like they’re gripping a basketball and snap your head back until you fall on your ass because you are just THAT annoying.” She stomped over and threw a fit to the manager who I imagine retorted “What do you expect whore?” But instead probably said something like, “That’s unfortunate, we’ll take care of it and kick out the bad boy who pushed you." I heard her answer as she passed again on her way to hump someone else’s leg, “Of course, I ALWAYS get my way.”
She was like 5', 80 lbs, fake tits, bleached hair. I think she was going for the Paris Hilton look but looked more like a girl from Fresno who went on a Mervyn’s shopping spree. Although she did mention she’s from xxxxxxx "where my husband lives but my boyfriend is over THERE," she clucked pointing to some dude who couldn’t be less interested. She pulled up her top and pulled down her pants and was kissing everyone who’d allow her to, male and female. And here’s the thing: our Cool and Funny Friend couldn't help himself and left with her and her boyfriend after making a real scene on the floor. Of course we made fun of Cool and Funny Friend the next day and got plenty of details and laughed, but the whole scene was more like watching a trainwreck.
I know what you're thinking. . . you're thinking Hey, it's better than a Saturday night game of charades. And I say, Hey, no it's not! Especially with drinks, a burning fire and a jacuzzi close by. Tahoe gets chilly at night.