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I was Lisa Lampinelli's personal whore
Actually, it was our bouncer James, making out with her, but I was her homo hospitality liason for the evening. See, Lisa Lampinelli perfomed at Shea's Theatre Friday night, and like a good fag hag, she brought her ass (and pals) to Marcella's for her after-party. True to her schtick, she latched on to James, our beloved black bouncer who by then end of the night was shirtless showing his "runaway slave" tattoo to her and getting a little Lampinelli action. I hear he didn't get the "bomb-ass-pussy" but that she would make it back to buffalo and "BOOM!" I think I like Lampinelli more than Kathy Griffin, at least Lisa came to Marcella's and she's actually cool people.
Blackout and BDSM
Now, there was a little issue that made my running arounds interesting. We had a black-out party that night. The first this year, a black out party is when we turn the lights out at midnight and folk dance to glowsticks and black lights. Essentially, everyone does their drugs, and a few people get fucked on the dancefloor, but you can't see shit. Since, I'm the light guy, I'm pretty much jobless at Black-out parties. I end up making my coins by dancing or running around for our manager, Richard. When I used to dance and whore around, I would dress up in my leather gear or something fierce and parade around dripping in glowlights. Nowadays, I'm getting older and grumpier and I can't stand to dance for tips and trolls as much, but I always try to do a little something for the black out parties. This time, I decided to borrow a custom made gas mask that belongs to a "boy" of mine. I think I scared a few people with it. If you are wondering why someone would own an Anubis style gas mask, let custom order it, lets just say my "boy" enjoys certain BSDM elements where this would come in handy. Think oxygen and sensory deprivation. I live a full life, eh?
I also realized that night that I've crossed over in my alchohol tolerance for Jack Daniels. I was power drinking that night, and Joseph loves to pour strong drinks for me. Yet, I couldn't even taste the alcohol and I was pretty nimble running around for Lampinelli. However, look below and you can tell I was pretty lit...
Dinner with the Folk.
I paid for it in the morning however. Wasn't a hangover like I expected. No, Nater woke up still drunk at noon with my pops and my (for all intents and purposes) stepmom to take me out to lunch. We headed over to Pearl Street Grill to eat and then I got to show my Bradford living folks a bit of the Elmwood Strip.
Ooh, I almost forgot, I picked up a new vinyl too. Urban Treeson. After Pearl, we went to Hero so I could introduce my folks to the people who have been taking my money that last few weeks, but they had their intern at the store.... Bah! Regardless, I caved to the Treeson craze and picked up the black and crying model.
I skipped out on Saturday at the club, since Mike and I broke up, I've been wary of going out and dealing with fallout. I thought for a moment that since we ended things amicably that everything was ok, turns out he back to his bitter self again, this time talking about his "whore of an ex husband running off and fucking the Canadians," and how "he should break up every week, he feels so good." I'm trying to not let shit like that affect me, it just sucks to see another ex go the shady route. least I didn't have to break his ribs... yet.