old, creepy men love me

Alrighty. Colonial tourney day 2. We had the same pro/am dinner tonight, but with twice as many people attending, so there was a LOT more going on. I had a good section of people to serve, and the Tommy Bahama girls were back! Yes! George Lopez was there, so that was cool. I wish someone more famous had been there, but he did a good job hosting the pro/am pairings. He was drinking double Goose and cranberry, if you're wondering. He walked in the room and headed straight to the bar. I appreciate his style.

Roq and Rebs, our boyfriend Danny M. was there....so I could just end the post here because that's all that mattered, but I have SO MUCH MORE to write about!

Gina update: I'm starting to think she's a liar. Today she came in with straight hair and I made a comment about it (I said it looked nice, and it did--compared to her curly look from Sunday) and she said, "thanks honey, I make better tips with it straight." That's not what she said the other day and I'm wondering if that was a slam against my curly 'do.

Actually, if it was a slam, that's okay, because you need to hear about this story:

I'm standing by the bar, keeping an eye on my tables when this old-ish guy walks up to me and says, "I love your hair!"

I say (with a smile): Thanks!
He says (with his hands dangerously close to my face and my hair): It looks so soft....I'd love to touch it.
I say (with a little hesitation): well, you can...if you really want to...
He says: Awesome! (he then pats my hair)
(awkward pause)
He says: Hey! I like your ass! Can I touch it?
I say (with what I can only imagine is a surprised face but I cover it up with a large smile): NO! Nice try!
He says: Come on, you have to admit that was a good try.
I say: Yeah...but it's not happening.
(awkward pause)
He says: Well, I'm gonna go get a drink then since I can't touch anything else.
I say: Okay, that's probably a good idea!

For as many people (men) who have asked to touch my hair, none have followed up with a question like the old-ish guy, so kudos to him.

Here's another creepy old guy story:

I had a table full of oogly-eyed old guys, probably in their late 50s. If I had a dollar for every time they looked at me and winked or smiled creepishly at me, I'd have a lot more in tips than I made tonight. One man was drinking scotch and water (I told you he was old) and at the end of the night he asked me how many boyfriends I have.

I said: oh, aren't you sweet. I don't have any.
He said: You've gotta be kidding me. Are you holding auditions?
I said: ......no......I'm not.
He said: Honey, if you ever do, you let me know and I'll be first in line.
I said: ......that sounds like a plan. You have a nice night, sir.

He didn't even tip me well enough to make that story worthwhile. Psh, some boyfriend he'd be!

One of the bartenders flirts with me a lot, but I'm not sure if it's genuine or if he's trying to pass the time or make sure I tip him out well or if this is his personality, but I go along with it because he takes my drink orders before everyone else, so whatev. Anyway, it somehow came up how much I love giraffes (why does that always come up??) and he has drawn me a picture of me with a giraffe each day. It's a little weird, but funny:

Day 1: me riding a giraffe


Day 2: me taking a giraffe for a walk


I'll add one each day, don't you worry.

That's about it. I worked from 2-10:30 and I have to be back at 8 a.m. so I'm going to go wash my face and go to sleep! Tomorrow will be a long day--I think I'll be done around 10 again. What makes tomorrow more interesting is that we switch over to hot pink tank tops and shorts. oooh yeeeaaahhh

Oh, I'll leave you with this: as I was driving down University to go home tonight, a little Krispy Kreme truck FLIES out of the Albertson's parking lot and nearly tipped over. Imagine if doughnuts had flown out. Man, what a perfect ending to the day!

love, your friend with the big hair,
kt