Poor Brick is on again tonight, and we’re really busy. There’s no telling what’ll happen, it being a Friday night and all, but you can be sure you’ll hear all about it. As a matter of fact, we have a group of older people, part of some religious conference, from Europe. Things can get very loud and not so holy at the hotel on Friday nights. Although on occasion, I have witnessed copious amounts of wine being partaken at the bar.
This morning I discovered someone had broken off a huge chunk of plastic covering the weight machine’s pulley system. I found it on the floor near another machine, so that tells me whoever it was just let the weighted handles fly into the machine instead of being gentle with it. I turned the piece in at the desk, but was afraid to use the machine myself. With my luck the cords would’ve come off the pulley, and knowing Super Lion, I would have been the first person he’d blame. Well, it wasn’t me this time…
I was craving an egg salad wrap for lunch today. I would have to get the new girl. Apparently, no one has shown her how to take the paper casing and fold it under the wrap in order to seal off the bottom. I’ve never been able to wear yellow.
Now that Rep. Anthony Weiner has resigned, I wonder who the next politician will be to make a fool of himself. Do they really think women are turned on by pictures of men’s private parts, whether sexting or through email? Most of the time, it’s too small a matter for them to get excited over.
There’s a local plastic surgery group advertising a seminar on “cool sculpting”. It seems they’ve now found a way to get rid of your fat without dieting. Now, this is my kind of weight loss, and it’s non-invasive too. Great day. What they do is hook jup a high powered vacuum cleaner to your belly button, and then suck the fat out from your stomach. The lower your fat location, the longer the cord needed.
I’m worried about Mr. Pool. He’s been walking around talking to himself. At least that’s what I thought he was doing until I discovered the black plastic choker he wears is actually a Blue tooth, so I guess his is a black tooth. Then, there’s the tail. His tail. It makes him look like a comic book dragon as it sways back and forth behind him while he walks. Why he needs a key chain that long is beyond me. If I were him, I’d be worried it would wind up in the toilet if I wasn’t careful. I’m just saying.
Mr. Hammer is on duty at the bar tonight. He makes the best dry vodka martini. About every two months I get an urge for one, and he’s the one I go to. I love to watch the speed with which he can make a drink. He’s the Japanese teppanyaki of drinks…pour one, drink one, pour one…