life on the delta

the jackson is dry docked right now getting refurbished and a whole new paddle wheel, so in the mean time i'm working at the hotel. my station is at the delta cruise (a man made indoor river tour) in the delta section. i can say with 100% accuracy....i miss my boat. so i'm ready for the boat to be back now. yeah its a bit more work but i can do it and i'm ready. but in the meantime i'm sittin' on the dock of the bay, i mean delta. its a little pay raise but i have to deal with crap i don't have to deal with on the boat. the women who run the boat are aparently huge snitches. they'll rat you out if your earrings aren't company standards (no bigger than the size of a dime and no hoops/danglies).its so much stuffier at the hotel. at the jackson i feel like i can be myself and no one is judging me, but at the hotel i constantly have to watch my mouth and actions.

i miss my co-workers too. on the jackson we all get a long and can cut up and be totally inappropriate together. on the delta one of the girls likes to show me her psoriasis. *suk* not to mention whitney. whitney is one of the guides on the delta tour, she's really sweet but i don't think i can ever respect her. lets take a tour back in time shall we?

halloween 2006 the boro bar and grill was having its annual tromapalooza. many bands and even a burlesque group were invited to play with all proceeds going to the indi film company Troma. the night was going wonderfully. i'm not sure who was on stage when we got there but the band Biff's DeVille was wonderful and the Grotesque Burlesque from lexington was phenomenal and then the night was shat upon. a band that i will never forget (because the horror was seared into my retinas) took the stage. a band called butcherpriest. it was a metal/screamo/shitfest band who thought they were being edgy by being clad in rubber aprons, gas masks, and the lead 'singer' wore a rat skull cod piece and waved around a 10'' dildo and all of them were covered in mud/paint that looked like baby poo. the crowning whory of it all was the gril in the band who wore a pair of jeans she had cut to look like assless chaps but with much less material. the entire show she would scream what one could only suppose was the 'harmony' and would writhe around on the floor on all fours showing her ass to the crowd. she did have on a thong but thats all the credit i could give her. needless to say we left before the horrid mess was finished.

yup you guessed it. that horrid girl is whitney. and i have to look her in the eye. small world. i really miss my boat.