Bar Fly

Maybe I'm a little weird, but I like sitting at the bar. I'm not a bar fly, I mix it up, so I'm not really a regular anywhere, but doing shit like writing a blog, is more enjoyable in a social environment. I'm a social person. 

I've had three jobs since I've gotten back in the game, and oddly enough two of them were at the same 5 star hotel down town. Last year, I think I had four jobs here total. It's also the same hotel my former boss works. Point being: I heard they have a delicious late night kitchen, and my favorite bar tender Pierce Brosnen (yes, I'm still in bar tender love) is not working. So here I am, at this hotel bar chattin it up with the bar tender. Hotel bar tenders have the best stories. 

He's telling me about this pimp who stays at the hotel quite regularly, and although the hotel is super expensive, he's total white trash, and there was one point where he called down to room service asking for tin foil. Just tin foil. That’s the funniest thing ever. If you don't get it, I'm sorry, I'm not explaining it to you. 

He would also have his prostitutes in his room, and things would get a little kinky. He would tie them up then check out of the hotel, leaving them to be found by housekeeping. 

The bartender tells me this story, with a facial expression of, "Can you believe there are prostitutes here?!"

"What shocks me of this story," I said, "is that the girls are allowing themselves to be tied up!" Seriously. Prostitution 101.