It ain't easy being a Republican
Thursday night was very interesting.
First of all, I found out that gemlikeflame and her new beau are quite the partying types. I tip my hat to y'all...
Later, at about 1:00 a.m., I decided to go to the Moon bar because I hadn't been in quite a while--and, plus, I was wearing my special black Republican knit shirt (I figured that it would be kind of interesting to gage people's reactions over there while dressed like that...normally people are pretty dressed down over there). Naturally, I realized when I got there that I only had $1.00 left in my wallet, so I had to be creative in raising the additional dollar required for the cover charge. Then, once I paid the cover, I was completely broke, so I wasn't going to be doing any drinking unless someone else was buying the drink for me (now, I should say here that I don't panhandle--in fact, I am often the charitable one in the group and pick up several other people's tabs--but on this night I had THE SHIRT and was feeling lucky, so I figured that I would see if my shirt could just make me the ultimate babe magnet or what). Well, suffice it to say, I got NO free drink offers--nothing, zero, zilch, nada. In fact, I think that shirt actually hurt me, as the most common response was: "I'm broke. But you're obviously a Republican, judging from that shirt...so shouldn't you be able to afford your own drink???"
However, I should say that as I was leaving around the closing time of 2:00 a.m., suddenly a horde of single chicks descended upon me and displayed a great deal of interest in me. Could THE SHIRT still work here yet? Could I truly be a babe magnet for the night???
Nope. It turns out that these ladies were the "Zippo Lighter Girls," and they were only after one thing--they were trying to get all my personal contact information...but all that I would get in return was a free Zippo cigarette lighter. I told them, "No thanks. I already have two other Zippo lighters that I got from the Moon previously that way." So sorry that I couldn't help them meet their "target customer quota" for the evening. You know, the really sad thing is that not only did my shirt fail me, but I have never even bothered to use either of the two lighters that I had previously gotten from the "Zippo Lighter Girls," as I am not really a smoker and, besides, their promotional lighters don't even bother to come filled with lighter fluid.
I guess the moral to the story is: be yourself. You don't need no fancy shirt to broadcast your mojo.
First of all, I found out that gemlikeflame and her new beau are quite the partying types. I tip my hat to y'all...
Later, at about 1:00 a.m., I decided to go to the Moon bar because I hadn't been in quite a while--and, plus, I was wearing my special black Republican knit shirt (I figured that it would be kind of interesting to gage people's reactions over there while dressed like that...normally people are pretty dressed down over there). Naturally, I realized when I got there that I only had $1.00 left in my wallet, so I had to be creative in raising the additional dollar required for the cover charge. Then, once I paid the cover, I was completely broke, so I wasn't going to be doing any drinking unless someone else was buying the drink for me (now, I should say here that I don't panhandle--in fact, I am often the charitable one in the group and pick up several other people's tabs--but on this night I had THE SHIRT and was feeling lucky, so I figured that I would see if my shirt could just make me the ultimate babe magnet or what). Well, suffice it to say, I got NO free drink offers--nothing, zero, zilch, nada. In fact, I think that shirt actually hurt me, as the most common response was: "I'm broke. But you're obviously a Republican, judging from that shirt...so shouldn't you be able to afford your own drink???"
However, I should say that as I was leaving around the closing time of 2:00 a.m., suddenly a horde of single chicks descended upon me and displayed a great deal of interest in me. Could THE SHIRT still work here yet? Could I truly be a babe magnet for the night???
Nope. It turns out that these ladies were the "Zippo Lighter Girls," and they were only after one thing--they were trying to get all my personal contact information...but all that I would get in return was a free Zippo cigarette lighter. I told them, "No thanks. I already have two other Zippo lighters that I got from the Moon previously that way." So sorry that I couldn't help them meet their "target customer quota" for the evening. You know, the really sad thing is that not only did my shirt fail me, but I have never even bothered to use either of the two lighters that I had previously gotten from the "Zippo Lighter Girls," as I am not really a smoker and, besides, their promotional lighters don't even bother to come filled with lighter fluid.
I guess the moral to the story is: be yourself. You don't need no fancy shirt to broadcast your mojo.