aww

Dave came home around 3 am after hanging out with his buddy Sean (who's in the Army and is posted off somewhere weird Dave can't remember). I was thinking of going and snuggling with him, but thought that it was unlikely he'd be glad of it-- being as he's a boy who needs his sleep. So I nobly refrained. But a little while later Dave got up and was stumbling around, and came and got in my bed. So my quandary was neatly resolved.

He made potato pancakes for dinner last night and they were excellent, by the way. He also has been doing dishes, which instils in me a delirious happiness. (My blisters are healing, but aren't healed yet.) And, at this very moment, he is making bacon and eggs for breakfast, because we got a free dozen eggs from Jim the Butcher (over by the post office on Highland) with our $15 purchase. Dave is, at this very moment, the bomb, and I wish I could give him a million dollars.

I was going to write in a funny work story here from a co-worker but I don't have time, as i have to go get ready for work now. It's really funny, though. Y'all will laugh, when I finally get around to writing it.

I have sore legs-- my thighs are like lead and my hips hurt, so work will be fun today. I am an idiot. It is entirely because I had to go and be a moron and attempt to lighten my mood by self-torture. I should've just eaten that chocolate Stegosaurus left over from Easter and been done with it. Though, come to think of it, it's not too late to eat the Stegosaurus. So we'll keep a bookmark in that thought, shall we?
Was doing math and I have to make like $100 today to even make this week be reasonable in terms of earnings. So, I guess we'll see. It's been done before, but if last week's any indication, it won't be done this time. [can't decide which noise of frustration and dismissal and yet, distress i should put in here, so just imagine your own.]

Oh well. Am going to go take ibuprofin and get dressed and be Ready For Work. The psyching-up part is harder, though. I don't know who I'm working with today.
In the meantime, I hope it rains, because I don't have time to water the garden. Also, I wouldn't mind a few mild weather delays here and there, while I'm hoping for rain, but I'm too tired and sore to deal with massive delays, so please, weather deity, do keep that in mind.

Evan's Porn Video Story

OK, started telling this this morning, but had to leave for work. So. i resume: a funny story.

From work, but it's by a co-worker, not a customer.
A story by Evan:
Porn Video:

Evan has been bartending at the airport for almost a year now. He's an undergrad at UB. He's a tall kid, vaguely resembles that actor from Scrubs, is goofy and yet attractive. He was telling us about this house at UB South campus (which, for the curious, is probably about 3-4 miles away from where I live) where he lives.

So we moved in, and there was this handyman there doing repairs, like installing a new window or something. I was talking to him a little bit, and he was telling me the previous tenants were these totally wild and crazy party guys. I was nodding along, and he's like, "Yeah, at one point Ron Jeremy showed up and they filmed a porno in this house!"
Now, I thought that was a really weird thing to say, and I wasn't exactly comfortable discussing, y'know, porn with this dude, so I just kind of nodded and left.
A bit later, though, I was talking to the neighbors, and they were all, "the guys who used to live here were like totally nuts! Once they had this weird party with all these girls from California or something, and God only knows what they were doing in there!"
And then, like six months ago, I was talking to the landlady. She said that the previous tenants were just wild boys and she really didn't want to know what they'd gotten into. At one point, she said, they had camera crews in there or something.
So I was wondering about that. Then one of my friends was talking to me about how there are rumors about a UB porno, and how he went looking for it. He found it, so he brought it over and we all sat down and watched it. And holy shit! It was filmed in my house! There's a scene in my bedroom! And there are all these porn stars, and the guys are like having contests, and the winner gets to have sex with a porn star!

At that point one of the cooks, a middle-aged overweight black woman, is walking by. She pauses, and gives us a look. We are three bartenders, all under 30, sitting in the hallway with our black vests unbuttoned and our white shirttails hanging out, surreptitiously counting our banks, and talking about... porn.
"Porno movies are fun," she says. "I like to watch them in rewind."
"You watch pornos?" The other bartender is horrified.
The cook puts her hand on her hip and looks defiant. "Ain't no shame in my game," she says.
Evan plays an air guitar solo and goes back to his story.

So yeah, they filmed a porn in my house. Sadly, that doesn't seem to help me with the chicks much.