My head hurts. Still. Had a major dance party at my hizhouse last night after the bars closed. Such hits from the Cure, Depeche Mode, and many others where played and the dancing continued to till the wee hours of the morning. Awesome. I can spin like no other. All the ladies were impressed that I kept on pulling out the hits. I'm the best. Being that I was up till very late it made for a very interesting day at work. To start off, I got major attitude from the bitch bartender for filling a glass of water at the bar. "Uh, Mauricio could you do that at the pantry from now on." "Sure, but could you do me a favor when you get a chance. Could you go fuck yourself" I don't understand why people have to have an attitude like that. This girl has been nothing but a bitch to me since I've worked there. She's on strike two. When strike three comes the Colombian Cowboy is going to pull out his lasso and let her know who rules the school. Due to a job well done I'm now the main host and will be working five days a week and doing doubles on two of those days. One of the managers said I've been doing a great job, but that I need a little more pep. I"ll show you more pep, but when you get a chance could you go fuck yourself boss.

Good story... yesterday at Brats for the U.S. game I ventured into the bathroom only to find a guy snoring on the toilet in the stall with his pants around his ankles. It was hilarous. I went up and told the bartender about it they then proceeded to try and get him out and it over 20 minutes cause the stall was closed. The guy then got escorted out of the bar...at 7:30 in the morning. Way to go dood. Make sure and tell your friends and family about how cool you are.

I got to go lay down. See you tonight at any bar that start's with a P.