SHIT!

yeah. you guessed it. he's back.

it started thursday night - we were already getting depressed cause we knew he'd be back on friday. more on that later.

wednesday was yet another landmark night at wild country - a 74 year old grandmother won the wet t-shirt contest. 500 people chanting GRANDMA!... sad. other than that it was a good contest. we still managed to have fun the rest of the night, and had a decent amount of people at the end of the night.

thursday had its good points and bad. we had a damn good legs contest. some really nice legs out there. glad they shaved. the bad points would have been any other time during the night almost. i ran into a wall of tired around 11:45 and just couldnt wake up no matter how hard i tried. even after energy drinks and diet pills that were mostly caffiene i just couldnt get it together.

friday. the return of the dick. he's back and he's NOT mellowed out from his vacation. if i had almost two weeks vacation to chill with i'd probably come back pretty relaxed. but of course as the night wore on (and i do mean wore...) he just HAD to screw it up for everybody. i just dont get it. really. if everyone in the building is having a good time and you think to yourself "Gee, that's about enough of that. I wouldn't want people to have too much fun!" there might be a problem.

Anal? if he swallowed an I-beam, he'd shit fine gauge wire.

gotta rest up for tonight. i'm gonna need the sleep so i can fight to stay awake.