Mardi Gras Post # 2

I was just out in the quarter for a bit, both to walk the dogs and run some errands. My managers permit, (which if you are unaware is yet another way that the city of New Orleans bends you over dry for $125 bucks a year) was expired and of course lost anyway when my wallet went bye bye. Fortunately the civil servants at the Office of Finance were feeling their oats today and the time went really quickly. As I went by the pub to drop off a photocopy of my new permit I got a little bit of Mardi Gras fever. There were delivery trucks everywhere, dropping off beer and liquor, the last coats of fresh paint being put on shutters and wood framing going up for extra support on balconies. At 49 degrees with a strong wind, it's cold out there, but the city is gearing up and it is a little exciting. I'm sure the 14th time I get stiffed on a drink while some bastard sticks another 20 in the dancers undies I'll lose that feeling, but what the hell, let me enjoy it for a moment won't you.

Speaking of dancers! I am told that last night there was an incident with a pub dancer. Little Jake, the hot Seattle boy, was humiliated when the VJ put up either photos or a clip of Jakes solo video appearance. A pity. Seriously, if you're ashamed of it, don't do it. There isn't enough money in these fly by night little porn companies to make it worth your while. I have a copy of this porn, given to me by a friend who found it in the bargain bin for 10 bucks at a video store. The shoot itself is pretty shoddy, and Jakes scene, well. Let's just leave it at this, he spends the majority of his time staring directly into the camera. While I know many people who have done porn, and admittedly it would probably be a little embarrassing to see yourself up on a big screen while you were dancing there, something tells me that this particular dancer is narcissistic enough to enjoy it. Thankfully we don't have a lot of mirrors up around the building, he'd never get a tip for looking in them so often. Now you might be saying to yourself that I am jealous of the boy, and I'll admit, he has a fantastic body, one that he has worked very hard to achieve. It's that smugness that gets me. It's the kind of smugness that makes you want to take a hammer to them. I really don't dislike this boy, in fact I rather enjoy having him around, but who among us doesn't need to be knocked down a peg or two now and again. Anyway....

I'm going to turn on some Carly Simon now and sign off....