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So I love what I do and this is definitely my chosen career path, but there is something I just have to say. I hate sport team parents. No you can't have all thirty parents and children hanging out in my lobby EATING at 9:30 at night! Small lobby, guests are trying to sleep, world does not revolve around you. I would rather have three drunken weddings in house rather than one sports team. At least the wedding parties get drunk at the reception and then come back to the hotel. The sports parents attempt to get drunk in the lobby, breakfast area, pool, parking lot, hallway, and elevator. Tools. Pricks. Dumbasses. Oh and they feel all courageous with their posse of sport parents backing them up. If I say no and you send someone else to ask me again, I'm still going to say no. If you threaten to never stay at our hotel again, you're not hurting my feelings one little bit. Inside I am leaping with joy.......up and down on your bleeding corpse. Whew. I feel better.
So pat's company got a contract to install a dance club or something similar in hollywood casino. So thats kinda cool. Pat is actually personally making a dance floor. I'm going to make him take me out there when it's done.
I started doing dishes last night and pat came home and asked me why. I said just cause and he made me stop because he wanted to do the dishes. I have a great boyfriend. I know I can bitch about him with the best and he has definitely done some stupid stuff. But when I call him at midnight and tell him that I locked myself out of my car, he just says he'll be there soon and doesn't give me a hard time. I can whoop up on him in mario and then he'll get aggravated and throw luigi off a cliff, so then I feel the need to smear chocolate ice cream all over his face, he just laughs. No matter how cold my feet or hands get, he'll just sigh, untuck his shirt and tell me to put them on his back. The butthole really is my best friend. How the hell did that happen?! LOL!
So pat's company got a contract to install a dance club or something similar in hollywood casino. So thats kinda cool. Pat is actually personally making a dance floor. I'm going to make him take me out there when it's done.
I started doing dishes last night and pat came home and asked me why. I said just cause and he made me stop because he wanted to do the dishes. I have a great boyfriend. I know I can bitch about him with the best and he has definitely done some stupid stuff. But when I call him at midnight and tell him that I locked myself out of my car, he just says he'll be there soon and doesn't give me a hard time. I can whoop up on him in mario and then he'll get aggravated and throw luigi off a cliff, so then I feel the need to smear chocolate ice cream all over his face, he just laughs. No matter how cold my feet or hands get, he'll just sigh, untuck his shirt and tell me to put them on his back. The butthole really is my best friend. How the hell did that happen?! LOL!