REAL men & Putting It Out
All sound engineers would appear to be slight. I have started my own collection. I am flattered that I am deemed musical enough to be spoken to - hehehe.
I went to work at 9pm on Saturday evening, and as usual I had a great time. Seventeen was on, and ended up leaving early. He is hilarious. He was bullying our manager, Wrong, who just picked him up by the ankles and threw him over his shoulder flat out onto the floor behind. The boy who works in the bar where I work, who has a similar name to Duff, and who I shall call Spideog, was hanging round the end of the bar, half chatting, half refusing to chat. Where I work if you look at anyone (especially as the new girl) you get accused of chatting them up. They are so bloody nosey!
After work I had a few drinks with Wrong and Spideog. We were horribly nasty about several politicians, and surprisingly uncouth and disgusting about several things. Normally I am not one for the sexual innuendo but By God was I on form! The worst part was that so was Spideog and he would raise an arm and then say " when it's....oh no...I can't say that" and we would explode in laughter cos I knew exactly what filth he's just stopped himself saying. We discussed normal things like Spinal Tap and Father Ted (Telly? Chewing gum for the eyes Dougal! Ah no thanks Ted, I've got crisps here!) as well as the more lewd. Anyway, by the time I got home it was 7am, and I was hyper and couldn't sleep and decided that maybe in Spideog's case I might bend my rule about heights.
Sunday morning arrived despite my protestations and I went for brunch with another co-worker. We ate a greasy platter meant for 3, and we ate all of it, as we watched the rugby, like the REAL men that we are. Spideog is a friend of this fairy woman, and of course he came up in conversation. I said that I reckoned he's too short for me. Fairy didn't even let on that she knew he liked me. We discussed her ex for most of the time, and then went our seperate ways.
Later that night I went into the bar because Fairy got a last minute slot. Of course I just fecking missed her cos I'd been drinking with Heathcliff who laughed really hard at my latest stories of fucking up. He reckons I should "put it out more" as I am too much of a lady! I didn't listen, I swear I didn't....but by the time I left my bar I was getting a bit drunk. I ran over to Spideog who was working, and told him I might see him down at our Sister bar later, as there was a staff party on. Well he did ask me where I was going!
I ran off with Fairy as I had a gig to play. By the time I played it I was truly elated and truly blocked. I played very well, surprising myself, and obviously the audience too. Afterwards, a sound engineer (yes another one!) came over and talked to me, and eventually rounded up by offering to record me. I texted him my number today. I was deadly delighted, and bounced with Fairy all the way to our Sister Bar.
The party was desperate, but sure enough, there was Spideog at the bar. Oblivious to the world, we chatted exclusively with each other and bit by bit everyone left until it was just me, Spideog, Wrong, and the staff of that pub and assorted friends and relations. Wrong decided that he would be DJ for the night, and encouraged by Spideog, proceeded to crank out the tunes. Some Croatian guy was banging away at my guitar, and I just went dancing by myself. Two gorgeous ladies came over to dance, but I didn't want to dance with anyone, and so did a run/dance/hide that I do so well, and I had a ball. 7am came along very quickly and, still oblivious to how it would look, we left together. Well at this point it was obvious that we were mutually interested in each other, and (slightly relieved that he was taller than me)I offered that he stay in my house as I lived up the road, but stressed that I intended to sleep.
Well we went home, and being a good girl, I cuddled up and fell asleep, for a whole hour. But never ask me to call into work sick, because I will. I was wide awake and convinced that I would be wrecked at work if I went in, so I called in sick at Spideog's request. Of course then I couldn't bloody sleep. And to make matters worse, Spideog was really sick. Really sick. Like he was going to explode from the inside. And there was nothing I could do to help him. He started trying to drag himself up to go home, and I told him not to be an eejit. He said he felt in the way. I know that when you are feeling terrible sometimes you just need to be alone, so I set him back in bed, got some water, had a shower, and went out for a bit, leaving a note for him to call me if he wanted to go(my door has only a mortice lock). He slept. I had olives and tortilla and a phone call from the sound engineer from Wednesday night. Asking me out for a drink. Nice man actually. But I had to laugh at the irony of the situation. All either sound engineers and/or called "Duff".
When I returned later, Spideog was still asleep, so I sat down and started crocheting by the heater. He woke enough to say hello, and bit by bit was getting better. Then I started getting paranoid because of how I was being looked at, but it turned out he was just cranky and sick. Funny kind of cranky. He didn't say anything nasty at all, but then probably doesn't know me long enough. Then the phone calls started. Everyone we work with started calling and texting asking what had gone on. We discussed the situation and came up with a very simple plan:
1. Be honest with each other
2. Deny everything to everyone except fairy who knows us too well
3. No commitment, no discussion of anything else about seeing each other
I like it! So Spideog proceeded to lie very capably to a bunch of people, leaving me slightly paranoid that he had lied to me. But I remember a conversation 2 weeks ago where we talked about people cheating on each other and all that, and I remembered then not to worry. He's not as hard as he makes out. Just got a silly sense of humour.
Eventually at 7, he levered himself out of my house, and then I told him I wouldn't see him for two weeks. Why not? I am off to Venice. Oh yeah. When am I back? I'm back on Sunday. Well he might give me a call then. That was nice, because suddenly it didn't seem so stupid. Okay, so I broke several rules, especially the never touch someone you work with one. But it had a reason, and at least I reckon we can be friends.
I really wanted to curl up and die then, I was that tired. But I had a poetry reading to go to with Piscin, so I went. It was fucking brilliant. For Seachtain na Gaeilge (irish week). And I won a lovely bottle of red wine! Brilliant! I fell into bed and slept 6 solid hours before work this morning.
I went to work at 9pm on Saturday evening, and as usual I had a great time. Seventeen was on, and ended up leaving early. He is hilarious. He was bullying our manager, Wrong, who just picked him up by the ankles and threw him over his shoulder flat out onto the floor behind. The boy who works in the bar where I work, who has a similar name to Duff, and who I shall call Spideog, was hanging round the end of the bar, half chatting, half refusing to chat. Where I work if you look at anyone (especially as the new girl) you get accused of chatting them up. They are so bloody nosey!
After work I had a few drinks with Wrong and Spideog. We were horribly nasty about several politicians, and surprisingly uncouth and disgusting about several things. Normally I am not one for the sexual innuendo but By God was I on form! The worst part was that so was Spideog and he would raise an arm and then say " when it's....oh no...I can't say that" and we would explode in laughter cos I knew exactly what filth he's just stopped himself saying. We discussed normal things like Spinal Tap and Father Ted (Telly? Chewing gum for the eyes Dougal! Ah no thanks Ted, I've got crisps here!) as well as the more lewd. Anyway, by the time I got home it was 7am, and I was hyper and couldn't sleep and decided that maybe in Spideog's case I might bend my rule about heights.
Sunday morning arrived despite my protestations and I went for brunch with another co-worker. We ate a greasy platter meant for 3, and we ate all of it, as we watched the rugby, like the REAL men that we are. Spideog is a friend of this fairy woman, and of course he came up in conversation. I said that I reckoned he's too short for me. Fairy didn't even let on that she knew he liked me. We discussed her ex for most of the time, and then went our seperate ways.
Later that night I went into the bar because Fairy got a last minute slot. Of course I just fecking missed her cos I'd been drinking with Heathcliff who laughed really hard at my latest stories of fucking up. He reckons I should "put it out more" as I am too much of a lady! I didn't listen, I swear I didn't....but by the time I left my bar I was getting a bit drunk. I ran over to Spideog who was working, and told him I might see him down at our Sister bar later, as there was a staff party on. Well he did ask me where I was going!
I ran off with Fairy as I had a gig to play. By the time I played it I was truly elated and truly blocked. I played very well, surprising myself, and obviously the audience too. Afterwards, a sound engineer (yes another one!) came over and talked to me, and eventually rounded up by offering to record me. I texted him my number today. I was deadly delighted, and bounced with Fairy all the way to our Sister Bar.
The party was desperate, but sure enough, there was Spideog at the bar. Oblivious to the world, we chatted exclusively with each other and bit by bit everyone left until it was just me, Spideog, Wrong, and the staff of that pub and assorted friends and relations. Wrong decided that he would be DJ for the night, and encouraged by Spideog, proceeded to crank out the tunes. Some Croatian guy was banging away at my guitar, and I just went dancing by myself. Two gorgeous ladies came over to dance, but I didn't want to dance with anyone, and so did a run/dance/hide that I do so well, and I had a ball. 7am came along very quickly and, still oblivious to how it would look, we left together. Well at this point it was obvious that we were mutually interested in each other, and (slightly relieved that he was taller than me)I offered that he stay in my house as I lived up the road, but stressed that I intended to sleep.
Well we went home, and being a good girl, I cuddled up and fell asleep, for a whole hour. But never ask me to call into work sick, because I will. I was wide awake and convinced that I would be wrecked at work if I went in, so I called in sick at Spideog's request. Of course then I couldn't bloody sleep. And to make matters worse, Spideog was really sick. Really sick. Like he was going to explode from the inside. And there was nothing I could do to help him. He started trying to drag himself up to go home, and I told him not to be an eejit. He said he felt in the way. I know that when you are feeling terrible sometimes you just need to be alone, so I set him back in bed, got some water, had a shower, and went out for a bit, leaving a note for him to call me if he wanted to go(my door has only a mortice lock). He slept. I had olives and tortilla and a phone call from the sound engineer from Wednesday night. Asking me out for a drink. Nice man actually. But I had to laugh at the irony of the situation. All either sound engineers and/or called "Duff".
When I returned later, Spideog was still asleep, so I sat down and started crocheting by the heater. He woke enough to say hello, and bit by bit was getting better. Then I started getting paranoid because of how I was being looked at, but it turned out he was just cranky and sick. Funny kind of cranky. He didn't say anything nasty at all, but then probably doesn't know me long enough. Then the phone calls started. Everyone we work with started calling and texting asking what had gone on. We discussed the situation and came up with a very simple plan:
1. Be honest with each other
2. Deny everything to everyone except fairy who knows us too well
3. No commitment, no discussion of anything else about seeing each other
I like it! So Spideog proceeded to lie very capably to a bunch of people, leaving me slightly paranoid that he had lied to me. But I remember a conversation 2 weeks ago where we talked about people cheating on each other and all that, and I remembered then not to worry. He's not as hard as he makes out. Just got a silly sense of humour.
Eventually at 7, he levered himself out of my house, and then I told him I wouldn't see him for two weeks. Why not? I am off to Venice. Oh yeah. When am I back? I'm back on Sunday. Well he might give me a call then. That was nice, because suddenly it didn't seem so stupid. Okay, so I broke several rules, especially the never touch someone you work with one. But it had a reason, and at least I reckon we can be friends.
I really wanted to curl up and die then, I was that tired. But I had a poetry reading to go to with Piscin, so I went. It was fucking brilliant. For Seachtain na Gaeilge (irish week). And I won a lovely bottle of red wine! Brilliant! I fell into bed and slept 6 solid hours before work this morning.
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