Friday, May 08, 2015

Moses, Part The Water

Charlie and I were still texting. It wasn't anything serious, just texting back and forth and emailing. I have exchanged more texts and emails with that guy than anyone else in my entire life! He promised to take me on a real date. One day, on his off day, he took me to the movies. He picked me up on the bike. He already had a helmet for me by then. He got me a cute black one. Interestingly enough, his was white. Racist much? Haha. 
Outside my place in Vegas

My amazing helmet, so comfy inside and oh so safe!

We went across town on the bike. That thing was flying on the freeway. I had never been on a bike on the freeway before. And I don't have much faith in his driving skills, so you can imagine me screaming in his ear, 'IT'S TOO FAST! SLOW DOWN, CHARLIE! OMG SLOW DOWN!' The rocks from the freeway were hitting us, it was such a rush. A great rush! We finally made it to the theatre, I told him it's ok if he wants to pick a movie, he picked Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, or something to that effect. Not my kind of movie, but it's ok, any movie is fun to watch at the cinema.Charlie bought us drinks and popcorn. We enjoyed the movie and then off we went to lunch. The weather was interesting when we got out of the theatre. It was drizzling on and off. Charlie has this thing of giving you a ride on his bike and then halfway there telling you that he has never had a passenger before, so he feels like he might lose control and crash. Or telling you, he has had an accident every week for as long as he has owned the bike. Will tell you there just before you hop on the bike on your way back home! This time, he told me that, he hoped the road wouldn't because one of his tires is smooth, he's been meaning to replace it. He can feel it sliding all over the place as he rides. Like WTF Dude! Are you trying to kill me? I told him, I had my bus pass with me (I always do), should the road get wet, I will take the bus and catch up with him at home. I mean, what is this? Till death do us part? Heck no! It's not that deep! (that's what he said haha)
About to feast at the buffet

We made it to the casino where we were going for a buffet in one peace, thank goodness. I took a picture of my food as  I always do, Charlie asked me to take a pic of him as well, then I saw him take a picture of mine, I think he sent it to his friend and was gossiping with his friend about me, I heard him giggle throughout as he was texting. He was probably chatting with the fat pig friend. I didn't want to entertain that. It did piss me off though. I enjoyed the sausage more than anything, it reminded me of all the Boerewors from South Africa.
Speaking of which, my German Brother-in-law once asked if Boerewors is made of Boer, haha. Boer is a farmer in Afrikaans for those who don't know and wors is sausage in Afrikaans. I hope boerewors is not made from Boer, shoot!
Just meat for me please and thank you!
More Buffet! 
Desert. Nothing to write home about, I just sampled everything. Too full anyway

After dinner, we were in the parking garage when it started raining like cats and dogs. I told Charlie, I was going to take the bus. He said, ok, first let's wait and see if the rain will go away. I told him it didn't look like it was going to and the roads were already flooded; even if it would stop raining, the main problem would still be there, wet roads!
Our ride at the parking garage
We stood outside the casino, waiting for Lord knows what while Charlie was showing off to people who were going in and out of the casino for attention. One minute he was butting into their conversations, for some reason, he thought they were talking to him. Like these people are trying to get to the casino or their cars as dry as possible, why would they have a conversation with a random attention seeking person? The next minute, he was soaking his watch in water pools in the parking lot to prove that it was expensive and waterproof. Lordy!

The notorious Movado under water situation
Eventually, I let him go and headed to the bus stop. Within 20 minutes, I was home. The casino wasn't far from my place. When I got off the bus, I needed Moses to part the water, the streets were so flooded. 

By the casino before we left
Finally, I was like f*ck it! I walked right on the water. If I could swim, I would've.
Near my place. I needed to get to the other side of the street

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

Little Drummer Boy

So, one evening, I decided, Screw it! Let me call Tortoise's Drummer friend or text him. I texted something along the lines of hey, how are you? I'm Tort's friend. He said to text you :)' and then I forgot about it. Life went on, two days or so later, he called. I've a bit of a situation with numbers, I can't get them out of my head no matter how hard I try. This dates back pre-cellphones, where you would have to write down someone's number and go call them on a public phone. When I say you, I mean I. I don't know what your deal is, maybe you've always had a cellphone! I would break up with a guy, or he would break up with me, which is more realistic and I wouldn't be able to get their number out of my head. That would lead to disastrous results. Long story short, I had deleted the text I sent to Drummer but when he called, just by looking at the last four digits on my screen, I knew it was him. I picked up. We talked for hours.

He told me that he hung out with Tort one evening after giving him a ride to his house because Tort had locked his keys in the car. Drummer took Tort home to fetch his spare keys. They then went back to Tort's for drinks and weed. They played some music, Tort on guitar and Drummer... well, on drums. Turns out, Drummer had drums at the back of his truck. Don't ask! He told me that Tort told him the story of his life, how he missed his children who for years were not a part of his life blah blah blah, but he never told him anything about me. Apparently, Tort just asked for the guy's number, wrote it down and called it a day. Well, Drummer says Tort did talk about me in passing, something about a female friend of his who is from South Africa, but that was it.

Drummer was glad I reached out. After he told me that he was not expecting my call, I felt like the thirstiest on the block. Oh well. He seemed like an easy going guy, he told me about his life, how he is rich, he retired not too long ago, withdrew all the money in his retirement fund and got a good sum of money from work as well. He was taking care of his ailing mom. When he said that, I lost my erection. Like, why does he have to stay with his parents? What a turn off! I didn't believe the rich part because who says they are rich?

We talked for an hour, got cut off, he called back, we talked for another hour, got cut off, then texted back and forth and agreed to meet the following day. He was going to pick me up from my place and take me to the bar. I was to buy him a beer, he was going to buy me Shirley Temples.
A Shirley Temple is a non-alcoholic mixed drink traditionally made with ginger ale, a splash of grenadine and garnished with a maraschino cherry.
That's for people, like me, who before this didn't know what a Shirley Temple is. For the rest of you, good for you! 

He was going to pick me up in the evening, he hadn't asked for my address, I thought that was going to happen the following day. We did have the entire day before the meeting after all. Never heard from the guy again! No phone call, no text, no email, no FB, no message via Tortoise, no nothing! And that's how the cookie crumbled! 

Tort and I hadn't talked for weeks. He sort of disappeared off the face of the earth. I wasn't going to dig around for him. Last time I reached out to him was via an email where I asked how he was doing, he replied, "y?" A Y he copied from me. I used that before and he asked what it meant, all of a sudden, he was getting me with the taste of my own medicine, good going, asshole!

When I didn't hear back from Drummer, it was what it was, I mean, what was I going to do? Call him? He called me after about a week and told me he had some splaining to do. I love all races but I can't stand it when a white person thinks it's cool to act black around me. Not cool! All all! Be who you are! Don't be a nuisance, also, I am not African American, so don't try to fit into my culture by acting African American, that's a no win situation right there! He told me that his mom had been very ill, he didn't even have his phone nearby, just focusing entirely on his mom. His siblings won't help with his mom blah blah blah. I'm sorry, I don't do excuses, or reasons or whatever you wanna call them! Could you not text me while sitting in the toilet? Or something? Come on! Don't tell me we're meeting tomorrow and then never contact me again and expect me to still be cool with you. Ain't gonna work!

I asked him over and over to send me a picture of himself, he refused, he refused. He was like what if I don't like how he looks. He just wanted to meet up, be friends, see where the whole thing will lead, which I was totally ok with until he stood me up. He wanted to know how I met Tort. I told him that we met on a dating site. He was like, whoa! You dated Tort! I told him, no, I didn't. We just talked and became friends. He jumped to a conclusion that I must have been open to dating Tort for me to give him my contact details and stay in touch with him that long blah blah blah. What a closed minded fool! Who cares anyway? I didn't even know what he looked like, he failed to meet me when he had asked me to, so what's the beef?

He couldn't be long on the phone, he told me he had just called to apologise. I never heard from him again. Like for real this time! I was ok with it. Whatevz. Maybe he and tort walked into the sunset and lived happily ever after with each other.

There's a dude that I met online. He was like hey, do you wanna go for drinks or something? This was the very same evening he first contacted me. I thought, this is my kind of guy, we wen't going to spend eternity back and forthing with emails and sht, but I had to politely decline and ask to meet up the following day in daylight. He agreed. He told me he rode a bike. He wanted me to meet him in a shopping centre near his house. Uhm, no?  Come to the Strip. That's where I was plus, it's the Strip, everybody goes there. He agreed.

I got ready that morning, he called me when he was on his way towards The Strip and when he had arrived. He told me he was on the corner of Las Vegas Blvd and Charleston. That was down the street from where I was, but where exactly are you boo? I'm not meeting you at the traffic light, this is not that kind of deal! He told me he was going to just meet me there, then we could ride together somewhere. I had a weird feeling about the whole thing. You know me, I have met people in all kinds of situations, that was a first, even for me! I walked towards the place. There's a Walgreens there, he was parked at the back of it. He was soooooo hot! I didn't see that coming! He had sent me some vague ass pictures, in one of them, all you could see was his brain! The camera was right in front of the nostrils. I am not sure what the intention of that picture was. Maybe he was checking if his nose was clean and didn't have a mirror. The fck do I know!

He was really tall, nice body, he would've looked hotter if he was riding a real motorbike. He was on a Moped. I am sorry, It's hard to take a grown man seriously on that girly bike. But that's just me! I did pose on it for a picture though. Why not, right?

He asked if I liked it, I  said I did because what else do you say? He took me for a spin on it. It was nice, two grown people squashed on a moped. What better way to enjoy Vegas? He then tried to steal a kiss. That came from nowhere. I thought he's cute but I am not understanding what's going on right now. So I smiled and told him I had to go. He asked if I didn't want to go back to his place. No, dude, I don't want to sit in this condensed situation with your for a minute longer, plus, I don't want to go back to your place at 11am. You're being ridiculous! He asked to see me again, I told him to call me

Sunday, May 03, 2015


"Don't ever walk away from me!"
I was like OUCH!
"Tell me you'll never walk away from me when I talk to you again!"
Ok, I won't! Fuuucccckkk!

At that point, I just wanted him to let me go. I didn't care if I swore under oath to things that I know for a fact were not true. I just wanted to be set free. Plus, I knew I was never ever going to be back to that house, so none of it mattered. He wanted us to talk about the fact that I walked away from him while he was talking. I wasn't in the mood for that sh*t. I was not in a good mood, it had just taken me more than two hours to get to his house, which is just 20 minutes away by car. I wasn't trying to have nonsensical conversation at that point. If he were such a gentleman, he should've let me vent, instead of cutting me off and being a hypocrite about it by expecting me to listen to him talk after he just cut me off. Who does that? What an asshole!

Eventually, I went to sleep. I was exhausted. First thing in the morning, hunter brought me coffee to bed, I don't drink coffee but I had a sip or two for peace's sake.
That's the actual cuppa he made me. You know me, I take pictures of everything.

 He made breakfast, we showered and watched movies. I am not a big movie person, I am a big person, just not a big movie person haha! When Hunter is watching a movie, he expects you to enjoy it as much as he is. Actually most people I know are that way. If it's their favorite movie, band, song, or whatever, they don't understand you to love it as well. I know that people don't like the kind of music I listen too, and I am 100% ok with that. You won't have me force my music down your throat, nah, what for? There are better things to have down your throat anyways... ba rum bum!
The dinner he made us my first night at his house; Pork, mushrooms and salad. Devine!

We had some snacks, watched tv, maybe filmed a sex tape, who knows? I can't remember haha.
That afternoon, Hunter cooked us dinner, he forced me to watch the movie because it's very good. As soon as he did, I got turned off. I just can't do things under duress. I did, however kinda watch. Towards the end, this was just after dinner, he was lie, "are you gonna wash the dishes?" I kept wondering what happened to the nice guy I spent time a weekend with before because that right there was a monster! I wasn't washing the dishes because, the Lord wanted me to watch the movie, but all of a sudden, looks like, your highness changed his mind about that! Instead of arguing about that, I just got up and did the dishes. As I was washing them, I think it dawned on him. Or Maybe he thought I was going to challenge him and argue, he was like, 'oh, no! Why don't you wait until the movie is over? I will help you with the dishes!' I thought to myself, this mutha f*cker doesn't know what he wants from me!
Breakfast, my first morning there. Check out that cuff off of a heart replaced with egg. How can you not go back for more?

I watched the rest of the movie, I couldn't tell you what the movie was about, it was ok, but I wasn't in the mood for it. Not with a gun against my head, I wasn't. When the movie was over, we got up and did the dishes. After Hunter 'helped' with the dishes, he went and said down. Before I could open my mouth and say it, he said, "And you say...?" Meaning, BITCH, YA BETTER THANK ME! Like his life depended on it. I thanked him, just in case his life did depend on it.

At some point, while hanging out in the living room, goofing around, he dragged me to the floor and did the thing he did the previous night; He grabbed both my hands and held them behind my back, I was like WTF, that hurts! Stop it! He came closer, had his face this close to mine and said, "I know you like it when I do that! Tell me you like it when I'm rough with you?" I just looked at him, there and then, it stopped hurting. It became mind over matter. I was not going to tell this random guy that I like being handled that way when I had been telling him the whole entire time that I didn't! I mean this isn't some, say thank you! Say please! Blah blah blah sht, this is my body, and if I tell you that hurts, it hurts, therefore STOP! He kept trying to have me say I liked it, I wouldn't. Eventually, he stopped.
Lunch, the day of this blog

That night, we had a nice evening, we sat outside on beach chairs, under the stars, he smoked weed and told me some long story about who knows what? I sat there and listened and enjoyed the view of his handsome face under the stars and pretended we were more than we were.
Hunter, fast asleep on my lap.You know, I love long hair on a guy. He even had a piercing on his eyebrow.

The following morning, I got ready, Hunter called me a cab. He had to go pick up his car from the mechanic, I had to go home, back to reality. He had promised to pay for my cab rides, he didn't pay for that one. Maybe, it slipped his mind, maybe not, who knows? I'll never ask. I may never even talk to him again, anyways! The cab dropped me off at the mall. I went to Walmart, bought myself the 8pc fried chicken tray and a full, grilled bbq chicken. Clearly, I was hungry, who buys that much ready made chicken when they live by themselves. Needless to say, all I had that week was chicken.


Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Fat Pig

Morning after passing out with Charlie at my place
Chicken tenders or whatever you wanna call them and fries and that cheesy bread thing

I was counting calories then, this meal was more than my quota for the day. Oops!

I couldn't finish the super thick milkshake, too full!
Above, is the breakfast Charlie and I had morning after the laundry

One morning, I was on my way downtown to donate plasma or blood. I left quite early because it can be packed over there, ain't nobody got all day just to donate plasma. I walked to the bus stop on the Strip. There was a lady already at the stop when I got there. I greeted her and stood next to where she was sitting. She seemed like she was a 'working girl', if you know what I mean. It doesn't bother me. It's not my body she uses for any of that 'work'. Not too long after I got there, this guy shows up in a blue Toyota SUV. He slows down and smiles at me. I politely smile in return. He drove off. Not before the lady fixed herself up as if to get the guy's attention. A minute later, a guy in a blue Toyota SUV, smiles, slows down and waves at me. I smile in return and take no note of the fact that it could be the same guy. A minute later, lo and behold the same bleeping guy comes back! I was just like, ok now, the fck is going on here? By then the lady had walked down the street, probably to avail herself in case that guy came back, which he did. When the guy came back for the third time, I was just like, no dude, I'm waiting for the buy, I am not selling anything. The heck!

I did what  I had to do at the blood place, they stab you with this ginormous needle and suck a whole lot of blood from you. It goes through a machine, which takes out the plasma and then returns the rest of your blood into your system. After all that, they bondage you like this...

My ashy arm. I was always ashy in Vegas, no amount of lotion was enough

Walking to the bus stop in the heat, I was sweating bullets. 

No jokes!  Desert heat!

I was walking towards the bus stop, minding my own business when...
Say it ain't so!
I tell you this is way in the afternoon! When I first saw this guy, it was in the morning! Then I saw him in a different part of town that afternoon. He pulled up at that parking and hollered at me. I turned around, took a picture of his car and asked if he's stalking. Silly question, of course! Like he's gonna tell me if he is, right? He told me he wasn't , it was a coincidence, he wanted to talk to him. I told him I was not interested. Fortunately, the guy who was sitting next to me at the clinic came by, I walked with him to the stop. I told him about that guy, he was like, Watch out for these Mexicans, they like black women. 

That's what happens when I show cleavage. This probably happens to most women. 

Me, that day.
That's not even a fraction of them, in real life haha! I got 99 problems, but a cup size ain't one of them. I write that because Jay-Z's song 99 problems just came up as I'm typing this lol.

I saw this at the clinic and liked it

Charlie and I continued chatting without seeing each other. One Afternoon, I wanted to go to the movies, Tony and I had agreed that we were going to see the movie, Blended together. I asked her that morning if she wanted to go, she wasn't feeling well, or something. Then turned around and told me she had just got home from buffet with this guy she was seeing, so I thought, I'd just go to the movies by myself; on my way there, I got lost and ended up right at the bakery. Of course, I went in! They had a dozen giant rolls on sale, I bought the brown and the white ones. I took them to the movies with me. I wasn't going to eat them in there, but I didn't have a car to leave them in. I tried to buy a ticket, the guy told me to leave my rolls in the car, food wasn't allowed in the theatres. Oy! He just wouldn't let me. I asked if I could leave them in the office, he was like, nope! I was so excited, I had already checked in on Facebook that I was at the movies. The guy let me stand there like a fool with two huge bags full of giant rolls. Eventually I left, my feelings were so hurt! I called my sister, she didn't pick up. Great! I walked towards the but stop, my sis called back. I was over it by then. We talked about other stuff, then I got a text from Charlie. He asked if I wanted to hang out at his place. His roommate had, apparently moved out. Finally.

I told him I was on my way home, he offered to pick me up. I took my God-forsaken rolls home, had one or two for lunch and Charlie came by. I offered him one of the dozens. He told me he had bread at his house. We rode to his place. It was my first time there. It's a one bedroom apartment, with a king size bed. I loved king size beds. I had a custom made one back in South Africa. Size is everything. We hung out and talked, then he took me to dinner. We just went around the corner and decided to try some Chinese place next door to his apartment. The food was divine over there, oh my goodness! 
They gave me a lot of meet too, see? Rice was on the side

I had pork, Charlie had beef, it came with rice. I know mine did. I always order rice, I seem to love it more and more everyday. The food was off the chains and the lady was so nice too. We Took the food home. We sat and ate and watched TV, it was really nice. 
My mango drink with those sweet, black round things whose name I always forget

I may have mentioned when Charlie was at my place that I didn't have my towels there, some of my stuff was at Chris' in LA. He was nice enough to store my stuff at his place for me at no charge. I did give him a whole lot of stuff in return, but he didn't want anything from me for keeping the stuff. I hadn't had a chance yet to get the rest of my stuff when I met Charlie. I mean, I practically met Charlie the same month I moved to Vegas. 

When I was leaving for my place, he gave me a brand new towel to use in the meantime. He gave me a stylus (those touch screen pens for your phone and tablet), his. I thought it was cute, he gave it to me and wouldn't take no for an answer. He also gave me pepper spray for safety. I have never had to use it, knock on wood! 
I may have snacked on half a tub of this Hazelnut spread at Charlie's. So good!

The stuff he gave me, of course I took a picture of everything! You're welcome!
He took me home, we hung out over there, lay on my tiny bed, nothing compared to his king size, and listened to music. We also watched my favorite morbid shows. The first 48. Which, if you haven't seen it, documents police as they try to make an arrest after the first 48 hours of a murder. Riveting show! My least favorite part is seeing the loved ones of the deceased. I hit mute when we get to that part. 

That afternoon, Charlie went back to his house to nap before he went to work that night. He sent me a random text about how his friend told him that I would never be faithful to him. I was like, why wouldn't I be? He said, the friend also called me this, that and the other. And that whole thing about the friend calling me a fat pig and Charlie defending me by saying, "She's MY fat pig!" At some point, I think the pressure of it all cause Charlie to ask me to lose 30 pounds. I told him I was already watching my weight, if he was going to tell me what to do with my life, he was going to mess up with my vibe. Like, don't tell a girl to lose weight, I don't care what your friends say! Otherwise, don't be with that girl!

After a few days, I sent Tony a text, asking how she was doing. There was this guy that she was seeing, long, complicated story but not mine to tell. I wanted to hear about that as well. She didn't reply. Oh well. One afternoon, she sent me a text, telling me how her feelings were hurt because she and I had agreed we were going to go to the movies together, next thing she knew, I checked in on Facebook that I was at the movies watching the very movie that she and I were going to see. That thew me completely off because, WHAT?!!?!?!?! She had told me she was sick and turned around and went out to a buffet, unless the buffet was at her house! I was glad she brought up her concerns but at the same time, I thought it was pretty weird considering her life wasn't at a stand still and I had to put mine on hold and wait for her. Plus, I never even got to see that movie. After I couldn't watch it at at the cinema, that very night, I got to Charlie's and downloaded the heck out of it online and watched it the very following day. Tony and I patched things up and were friends again.

Charlie and I just kept chatting via text, nothing serious. Hunter, remember him? The uber hot guy who cooked for me?Well... we were still talking! I was kind of in a funk one Friday when he asked if I wanted to go visit him. I agreed. He told me he didn't have his car, it was with a mechanic. He asked me to take a cab, he was going to refund me when I got to his place. I knew, I was guaranteed a great time when I got there, so I took the bus.... two.. and a cab. The cab took, roughly, forever before it got there and I was so close to Hunter's place. I couldn't walk, it wasn't that close. The cab companies told me that it was the weekend, everybody wanted to make money, nobody wanted to drop someone off, two miles away. They made a good point, but what was I to do? Eventually, two taxis were on their way to pick me up. I took the first one that arrived. I was lucky, there was a Taco Bell at that bus stop, they let me wait there and charge their phone without having bought anything. 

By the time I arrived at Hunter's, I was not in the mood at all. I just wanted to vent about the horrendous, three hour trip to his place. He wasn't having it! It must have been the full moon or something because Hunter wasn't in the mood either. When I got there, he paid the driver, gave me a hug, I started talking about how long it took me to get there, he told me he didn't want to hear about it. I was there now, and that was all that mattered. That caught me so off guard! We went into the house, sat on the sofa, he was watching a movie, he's always watching a movie! We had a lousy conversation, about Lord knows what, I didn't care, he said something rude, I didn't care, I told him I was going to bed. I walked away. 

As soon as I got into bed, Hunter jumped into the bed, held both my hands together with one hand behind my back, it hurt because that's not normally what I do with my hands; he whispered in my ear. Don't ever walk away from me again! Whoa! WTF?!?!?

Friday, April 24, 2015

Miss Plus America

Tortoise and I hung out one day.
Yours truly at Tort's. His art in the background. He's a very talented artist

We spent some time at my place, then he took us to his where I sat on the computer while he played the blues on the guitar. I looked for fun jobs online, there was a post about Miss plus size America. Of course I applied! They got back to me telling me they already had enough girls but were still looking for organisers. They wanted people to get them sponsors etc. Those people would get paid in commission if at all. I can't even remember because I rolled my eyes at that. I just wonder if they were looking for girls at all or used that to lure people and then attempt to use them to find them sponsors. Sorry, not interested. To me, they just seem like the people who post an ad looking for a personal shopper, they are going to send you a giant check that you must cash, use some of the money to shop and then send the rest back to an address that they send you. Of course, there would be a problem with the check because it's fake, you would be out a wad of money when the bank gets back to you about the fake check you just cashed. Basically, you've just been robbed! Before we left, Tortoise gave me an old business card with a handwritten phone number on the back. He told me to call that guy, he's single and plays drums. I asked why he wouldn't get the guy to call me instead of making me some thirsty ass girl, calling random drummers. I love me some musicians though but you know what I mean.

The 50 cent shoes I got at Ross  when out with Tortoise
Tort took me to dinner at some casino not too far from his place. He lives in the suburbs so there aren't that many casinos there but it's Vegas, so there are bound to be some close by.

We walked all the way to the restaurant. As we got there, I realised that I didn't have my cellphone with me and flipped! I could have dropped it anywhere. I hoped that it was in Tort's car. I asked him to give me his car keys so I could go check in the car. He told me if it's in the car, it was still gonna be there after dinner, let's eat first! I was like, I couldn't, I was going to look for it all the way back to the car, I might as well look for it in the car as well when I got there if I wasn't going to find it on the way. He kept coming up with excuses as to why it wasn't such a big deal, if it was in the car, I was going to find it after dinner. Eventually, he gave me the car key, looked at me hesitantly, and said, ok, I'll come with you! I had a feeling, he thought I was going to steal his car; drive it to Africa, maybe?

He came along, we found the phone on the floor of the car, went back to the restaurant and had Mexican.

Taco, Hot Tamele and other things I can't remember the names of

The food was delicious. After dinner, Tort took me home. It's always a nice time hanging with him. 

When I got home, I wondered if I should call the guy but decided against it. I mean, what do you say? Hi, can I please be your girlfriend? Would you like to be my boyfriend? Do you date black girls? What do you say?


AT  the BBW Club, the guy I told you about here came by. He shook Tony's hand, said hi, shook mine, asked how we were doing and that was it. THAT WAS IT! I was so relieved! We spent the rest of the night, having fun, dancing. I danced with some girls, who, I found out later on are in uhm, the adult entertainment business? Is that how you say porn stars nowadays? Fun all around. I had never been among so many plus sized women. I must tell you, it felt nice! I felt skinny. For the first time in a very long time, I felt like I knew what it is to be a spinner. We left after a number of hours. Tony dropped me home and went on her merry way. We planned to hang out again. 

Side note: I'm playing music randomly on my iTunes as I type this and Tortoise's song just came on. I must tell you, it's one of my favorite songs. I wish I could let you hear it. I will see if I can put it up on YouTube and post a link here. I also have Speedy's band's music but the quality of the recording isn't that great, so, we'll see. 

I was on my way job hunting along The Strip

It's fun to have fun for a living but every now and again, it's good to find a real-ish job to top up your savings, feel me? 

Same Day as above. These sunglasses have since broke. I miss them

I had a list of places that had advertised jobs online. I sent emails, texts, went in person to fill out applications, that was on the way there in the above pictures. and below.... 

Celine Still had her residency there. I believe she is no longer there.

My last stop was at Ceasars Palace.

Outside Ceasar's Palace

I went in,didn't get a vibe I was going to get the job but completed the application regardless. I was already there after all. 

I love the fake sky in some of the Casinos. I've seen it at The Venitian and Ceasar's where I took a couple of pictures...

They have Gordon Ramsay's Restaurant in there. Remember Daniel? The Italian who took me to a really nice restaurant in Hollywood for our first date? Gordon Ramsay's restaurant. Seeing Gordon's restaurant at Ceasar's reminded me of that time. It's not the same restaurant though, he has all kinds of restaurants.

PCD's store at Ceasar's.

Vegas is a really exciting place. If you haven't been there, do yourself a favor and check it out. Hell, go to the BBW Club, just don't make out with two guys the same night. Or do!