Throw the guy a frickin’ bone!

Okay, gripe session here we come!
So to bring us into this piece, I am first going to set up the parameters for understanding.
Now for those of you, who have ever worked in the “tip reliant” service industry, you realize that tipping is of the utmost importance when it comes down to survival for tip-ee. Having that experience allows you to tip appropriately. Rarely will someone who has worked in this field, leave their server empty handed, regardless of service. It’s just common courtesy. When one becomes knowledgeable about the affect and effect of circumstance in a professional (regardless of how casual) environment, it then becomes easier to perpetuate equitable energetic exchange.
Last night I wandered into Aspen with some people for a show. The venue, called the “Belly up” is a bar/venue. The band on Marquee was Infected Mushroom TranceKore from LA. Toward the end of this very energetic show, ladies (though not acting like ladies..) from the front row, seemed to make their way on to the low stage. Unconscious toward sharing space with the actual performers, these girls one by one crawled on stage and attempted dry humping the singer.
Cordially he kept smiling as the stage guy escorted them from the stage. Over a 3 song stretch the same three girls keep crawling up and get escorted down. Finally, one of the girls really goes for a crowd reaction by pulling down her tube top and showing her drunk ass tits to the all ages audience. The audience is pleased, the singer is trying hard to keep smiling, disguising his disgust.
Now just like anyone who has been a server, knows how to tip… Anyone who has ever been a performer knows it’s just plain rude and obnoxious to take your drunk ass on stage during someone else’s performance. No one paid $34.00 bucks to see a drunk chicks tits.
The stage is like a bartender behind the bar… you don’t cross that bounder unless you are invited.
My guess is this girl only performs when she is drunk… she uses it as her excuse as to not know better. The truth is she is probably too much of a coward to go up there sober.
Drunk assholes are always trying to take center stage, no one appreciates this except for the dipshit jumping into the spotlight.
Anyone who knows better is less than captivated by such a sloppy performance… My advice to those of you who feel it necessary to act in this way; is to leave the stage to those who respect the space and integrity of true entertainment.


In Honor of my fellow Irish…

Hear YE, Hear YE! I propose a clause in respect and honor of my fellow Irish, and partial Irish sister and brethern!
Times are tough in these days of jacked up gas prices, and high cost electronics. Consumption of good foods, and good times leaves a hole in the pockets of some, especially after a long hard weekend of pre-St. Patty’s day partying. Surely though, most of you (mostly non-Irish types) have planned ahead by adding some extra padding to your St.Pat’s party fund. This year the fateful holiday lands on a Monday, leaving Friday through Sunday as a pre-party priming time.
My proposition is this; That in honor of such a rightous holiday, one which glorifies the consumption of beer amongst friends; I encourage each of you who isn’t the slightest bit Irish, to buy your Irish friends a beer. Perhaps you are always buying your Irish friends beer, perhaps they are drunks. Well today is the day to buy your last one for them, until next year. If you are reluctant to buy your Irish friend a beer, help coerse some other non-clover to buy it. Excuse yourself from buying it by buying some other (better looking, preferably lady type) greenie a brew.
Of course, this is my selfish way of trying to catch a little St. Patty’s day buzz like the rest of ya, the green is a little short these days. If you have the love, why not spread it. Besides, you would’t be on your way to being shit faced if it wasn’t for me, I mean us, Irish.
Oh, and for those of you who agree to this proposition, no coping out by giving your buddy a PBR… no, only the best for the Irish on this holiday. Please pass me a Guinness.