03 December 2008

Roadie!

I've been out of town this week as many of you could tell.  I didn't fire up the laptop once.  Everything I did I did from the Blackberry.  

I got to eat some fantastic food.  Drink copious amounts of alcohol.  Talk stupid.  I even made $50!  Interesting story there.  Sorta.  Boss had a fifty dollar bill out for some reason.  I was too drunk to care so I snatched it up and put it in the bra.  Wahoo!  I just got a raise!  Later that money was needed so I had to break it out.  Boss used some of it to pay for some drinks.  Well, he deposited the change to it's rightful spot, warm by my nipple.  Yup.  I got felt up by the boss.  

I was hell bent on using that money to go to the tittie bar.  Now what guy turns down a trip to the tittie bar with a chick?  Obviously my boss do
es.  Instead I ended up messing with the minds of some southern boys.

Let's rewind back to the night I got there.  I proudly wore my new dress and boots.  I felt like a princess in the big city.  A princess in pain.  My feet hurt so damn bad that I couldn't even drink away the pain.  I somehow drank enough to bat my eye a few times.  I've always been the wall flower folks.  I never was out going, I never caught a guys eye.  Here I am that night getting guys to stop and talk and bat an eye all night.  I got the largest hairiest eyeball from the boss that night.  I was suppose to get a free round of drinks for my wor
k but the damn bar wench didn't know how to keep a drink in my hand.  Skank.  

I'm used to having dinner plans made for me on this trip.  B
oss forgot to tell me that one night we did not have dinner plans for me and the sales guy.  I, being the resourceful country girl that I am, called on the nearest concierge.  Once again they did not steer me wrong.  I called for immediate reservations and it was a quick 3 dollar cab ride away.  The sales guy I was with raised his eyebrow when I called to make reservations.  Folks, I use my maiden name for dinner reservations.  He found this odd.  I've got such a shitty last name that I made reservations in Vegas one time and they thought it was a joke.  So moral of the story here is, I use my maiden name for dinner reservations.  

The food was pretty good.  The atmosphere was electric.  Definately a change from the stuffy uptight steak houses I was used to down there.  I had a huge plate of sushi.  Sad thing was, I've had much better up here in my little non-coastal town and this was 
in a big major culinary city.  Oh well.  The beer was good!


This is what my sales guy had to eat.  He's more backwoods  than I am.  He did not anticipate this dish.  He said it was very good.  I got freaked out by having it stare with its teeth hanging out.  Not right I say!


I was also suppose to meet a blogger on the way home. Didn't happen. Very sore right now about that. Someday maybe I'll share the story......

HNT to follow here in about an hour!!!!

4 comments:

The Savage said...

Thems sure are some fancy fixin's

Evening said...

OH MY GOSH, I don't think I could eat that fish with the head on!!

Sorry about the sore feet. But I bet you looked hot :)

Sugardaddy said...

Don't ya love food that stares at ya?

Slick said...

So your boss got to feel you up??

No wonder you have such a "cushy" job! ;)