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Stir in the DTH:

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The DJ Crush.

I thought the DJ at Stir was hitting on me last night. It turns out that he’s interested in a friend who we will call S., who is also, in fact, not male. I was a little taken aback when ‘Kevin’ introduced himself to me, but he seemed a decent fellow. And more importantly, he was the guy behind the turn tables. The one who makes or breaks our musical evening.

The night was very enjoyable over all. I met Max and Andy and Jared. All of whom I’d seen at Stir before, but I never introduced myself. During one break from the floor, I snuck off to the side of the bar and waited for Caleb to come serve me a drink (the other bartender was not cute at all). And that’s when Kevin came up to me and told me he was a fan of S.

I was already a little drunk, so I actually had to imagine him with his head cocked to the side pinning earphones between the side of his head and his shoulder to recognize him.

He told me he was into S. and thought she was hot. I can’t quite make the connection to how he could know her. I don’t think S. has been to Stir at all. Maybe I’m just behind the times and she showed up on one weekend when I wasn’t there.

But Stir was off last night. The drinks were right, the people were right, but there was way too much techno playing and I only danced a few songs. Now, Kevin and I are obviously best friends. I’m willing to bet the DJ will play whatever the fuck I want if I convince S. to come to Stir. This pleases me greatly. We’ll see if she’s into this little game. Man. This is starting to sound way too diabolical…

…I guess I could just talk Jermaine into convincing Kevin to play better music. But that’s much less interesting than the story I just told.

 

The one the only.

Clearly spectacular

After four interviews and a phone screening, I’ve gotten the job at McKinney. You wouldn’t think they would take so much time to hire a receptionist. I am very happy to have a job since I had turned my two weeks in without having one lined up. A little sketchy, but I guess that tells you how much I was ready to get out of retail. I swear to god, if I make anything out of myself it will be a true success story: “College drop out, who was stuck in retail, thrilled to be hired to answer phones at the age of 24–Surprised by his success in porn.”

The celebration that followed yesterday evening was spectacular. Not only did we celebrate the new job, but Brandon turned 19. It was interesting sneaking him into bars, and his small stature was surprisingly not a problem. I think one highlight may have been when he carried two Bud Lite tallboys out onto the dance floor–twice. He was heavily intoxicated by the end.

Angie and Tina came and I got to make up for the mistake of missing Family Dinner on so many occasions. I think the sweat I poured out on dance floor more than makes up for my non-presence over the past few Mondays. I am wrong? I don’t know which of you came first, but the chicken and the egg definitely weren’t there, so they’re not even under consideration. Also, I don’t fuck with chickens or eggs.

Where I’m at

Tonight will be a much needed night of looking hot and drinking lots. I have a very strong conviction to just get out of my mind. I write to you, reader, in hopes that you will shed your homebody exterior, as I have, and come find me. I’ll be the one in white shoes (what else??), a purple shirt (maybe I’ve planned what I’m wearing, maybe not), and drinking bourbon if you get there early enough. No one needs Kentucky’s finest too late in the evening.

There is a strong possibility that there will be dancing. I hope my two favorites will be there [Allison/Jermaine] to maybe do a 1, 2 step with the boy. I only pray that we are minus a few of the people from last Sunday. It’s so easy to ruin a dance floor. Namely big-white-girl-sweating-through-gray-wife-beater.

Tonight is my second night of fuck-you-drinking. I should have it out of my head and ready for Monday’s experiences after Stir. I hope one person specifically will be there. I need a better look.

Lastly, thank you to Zandra, Tyler, Elise, Brandon, Sarah, Carolyn, those other people I didn’t know, and cherry-vodka/cokes.