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!!!!