On a side note I’ve not posted anything new here in quite a while. The reason being both a combination of a particularly busy professional life and my assisting in the creation of videos and content for my good friends over at Desired Lingerie. There is nothing quite like looking at sexy clothes and beautiful women and being able to call it work. Be sure to check the site out for a series of sexy lingerie videos (that I edited and produced), their lingerie model search page (if chosen you’ll get to work we me first hand) and of course 1000’s of sexy little number including a great collection of leather and vinyl fetish wear.
Now before anyone gets the wrong idea I love Texas! San Antonio is so cool, I’ve got some really great friends in Austin and Dallas was almost home three years ago and still might be one day. Admittedly I’ve got very mixed emotions on Houston but that’s a story for another time.
In the course of the average year I pass through Texas around 30 times plus probably another 6-8 where I leave the airport and bring my own special brand of vengeance on the world. Last week was one of those as I rested my head in a place I have gold status with not far from DFW and enjoyed the 85 degree sunny days.
It went like this – I land early.
I head to lunch at a fish place since it was Ash Wednesday and my companions and customer were all good Catholics.
On to the Hotel – I checked in by 2:00 and called my legal friends…all went well and the world might not end but just in case I penned a dark little number about what I had allowed myself to become.
My NY phone rings (I carry more phones than a bookie…don’t ask) Dinner plans have been changed to a different place. One that is not Fish based…I hold out hope
I arrive a dinner, there are thee people in the bar. A short brunette on a Lap top, a guy in a suit and a really tall Blond behind the bar. The guy at the bar waves me in and as fate would have it he’s one of the guys I meeting for dinner. He knows the brunette and the the tall blonde who was every bit of 6′2” before the heels she has very exposed DD’s (or better) and such a sweet Texas drawl. I ordered a diet…they all looked at me like WTF. So I explained that I hadn’t slept in almost three days and if I had a beer it would go one of two ways me falling asleep or me getting really fucking ugly.
After that I was very well decaffeinated. Seemingly no one wanted to see me really fucking ugly. We sit down, menus aren’t even brought to the table food begins to arrive. The Potato is as big as my head, we go back to the bar.
Years ago during a some what stressful acquisition I found myself in roughly the same area. That night a Cabbie pulled a gun on another cabbie outside an over priced hugely popular steak place, two days later my Driver pulled his gun on a homeless guy near downtown ( I was glad there was a gun handy in that case) and the night before after several hours of drinking and meeting a girl who was a model and as dumb as a bag of hammers who had been pawned off on me the revelers decided to shoot at the home owners private shooting range.
I never equated it with Texas until after dinner that night when a small and stout woman jumped on the bar, walked 20 feet across it (not spilling anyone’s drink mind you) and started screaming at a woman who she had not even made eye contact with let alone an altercation of any sort.
She went and sat back down just as randomly. I sipped my diet, hardly anyone paid attention to the recent borderline psychotic episode. So I ask the well endowed Blond bartender what the issue was. She just shrugged, batted her eyes, adjusted her daringly plunging blouse and said “Don’t worry about her she does this all the time. I’m just glad she didn’t have her gun tonight.”
Note to self …don’t eat there again!
