Devil Juice
So every year this poor little rich boy throws this GINORMOUS party in his warehouse on the Chicago River for Devil’s Night (aka the Saturday before Halloween.) A friend of mine manages the bars (there were 7 this year) and I get to make sure my tending skills don’t completely dry up and blow away.
This year I worked in “the Lounge” – aka the Club Room aka the Sex/ Ecstasy Room, so named by me because of the amount of people rolling on E and/or with each other in that room. This year, a better name for it would have been the Tequila Striptease Room. Around 3 a.m., I helped (I Dream of) Jeannie slice away the filmy fabric that comprised 98% of the bottom 50% of her costume with my wine opener so that she could get back to the very serious business of hula-hooping. I’ve never seen such a skilled hula-hooper. This moment sponsored by tequila.
Immediately after that, a real yuppie-looking guy walked up in nothing but button-down shirt and boring tie, one hand balancing his cell phone/wallet/ keys and the other clasped in the fingers of Slutty Jailbait Rainbow Bright (who was actually rather sweet, but I’m attempting to paint a picture, here.) They ordered 2 beers and 2 shots of Patron. This moment sponsored by tequila.
I wore a rather simple costume, because we get very busy and messy and you try bartending out of scaffolding and coolers for a roomful of 300 thirsty, intoxicated and overexcited dancers to a deep bass pulse and see how far you get within the confines of most costumes. Therefore, I went as a literal interpretation of Resident Evil (the party theme) in a lab coat with the ID badge I.M. Evil, M.D. This concrete costume really bothered the kid for some reason – he felt I should have named myself Delores Evil or somesuch.
Also, I met a bunch of fun guys and one of them is supposed to take me out this week, so we’ll see. (Bonus: He is NOT a musician.)
I wish I could show you pics, but I never bring a camera since it would be completely sodden by the end of the party (like every other thing I bring there).
All in all, it's a hellatiously good party and I get paid to be there...
5 comments:
This is what happens when you consume to many of those burritos.
OK, everyone, you've been advised...
Burritos = Pantslessness
This PSA brought to you by Pelmo.
Maybe he was worried that people would confuse you with Iain Marley. (That moment was brought to you buy petocin-induced labor and inadequate pain meds).
OK, everyone you've been advised...
Bringing a child into this world = Inconceivable (bad pun) Pain
This PSA brought to you by Woodland Mama
(Although as O'Casey said in Juno and the Paycock:
What is the pain I had bringing him into this world, compared to pain I have bringing him out?
I meant more his middle name (which he hates), the convo went something like this:
Bio-father: Hey Woodlandmama!
Me:[in middle of final stage contraction] Uggggh?
B-F: We haven't picked a middle name.
Me: UGH!
B-F: Can we have his middle name be Marley after Bob Marley?
Me: I don't give a damn what the fuck his middle name is ass-head!
B-F: Yesssss!
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