Friday night was a night for frat boys as March Madness whipped itself into full gear. The early part of the night had the bar filled with fans of BOSTON COLLEGE and VILLANOVA, engaged in a classic Big East matchup. The sounds of "ooohs" and "aahhhhs" resonated throughout the game, with practically all of the patrons hanging on every basket and rebound. There was plenty of good natured ribbing between the rival fans, but as the clock wound down, the good natured- ribbing slowly turned into sweaty palms and serious faces. When the game went into overtime with the score tied, you could feel the tension in the air, so thick you could cut it with a knife. On one hand, it's as good as it gets; people are fixated on the tv screens, hanging on every move; On the other hand, everyone is so locked into the game, they are forgetting to drink their beers.
Alas, with a classic game such as the one this turned out to be, someone had to eventually lose. In this case, BOSTON COLLEGE ended up with the short end of the stick, losing the game on a fluke goaltending call. Bizarre indeed. So devastated were the B.C. fans, that they formed a mass exodus out of the bar, some actually in tears. A real shame indeed. On the other hand, the VILLANOVA fans were jubilant in their victory, as close as it was. To a person, they knew they survived a scare of epic proportions. After all of that, you'd think that was enough excitement for one night......
Then came the UCONN/WASHINGTON game. This game turned out to be just as exciting and chaotic as the first game. And just like the first game, everyone had to sweat out another overtime period until UCONN managed to squeeze out a hard-fought victory. This time, the UCONN fans were around to celebrate as there were really no WASHINGTON fans to speak of. A crazy night of b-ball, that's for sure.
Some interesting tidbits: During the chaos of the second game, a rather scantily clad and very sexy Hispanic girl came to the door where I was standing. She was wearing a black mini, M-I-N-I skirt that barely covered her most private of parts (and I use that description conservatively). She was wearing a matching black, fur-lined jacket that stopped at her rather slim waist. Under the jacket, she wore a white, bodysuit type leotard thingy with a very low cut neckline. I am giving much detail to the dress of the young lady because it plays a part in what happens next. So when she walked in, all eyes around us immediately swerved to her, and understandably so. In a nutshell, the girl was bad. I mean, smokin' hot!
So I ask this young lady for her ID, all the while trying to stay focused on her face. She begins to unzip her jacket, revealing a body to die for. She casually checks one pocket inside her jacket, then the other pocket, while stretching her arms and arching her back to expose all that she had to offer (and believe me, there was plenty), taking her time to look for an ID. I could swear that she was purposely trying to get me to check her out. But I did not deter, asking for her ID again. She finally confessed that she didn't have one. I then asked her for her date of birth and she said she was born in 1988. 1988?????? First of all, what does that make her, 18? Second, how in the hell does someone that young look so damn good???? After shaking my head for a second or so, I told her that she couldn't come in. She seemed a bit surprised that I turned her away, staring at me with those pleading eyes. When she realized that she wasn't getting anywhere with me, she turned to walk away; It was then that I noticed that she was wearing an earpiece. That meant one of two things: She was either working undercover for the police as an underaged patron, or she was a hooker, working for a pimp. I've seen both instances over the years and my gut feeling was that she was a cop. After she left the bar, I walked out after her to see where she was going and sure enough, she tried to enter every establishment on the block and all heads were turning as she walked down the street. I later saw her get into a van with dark, tinted windows. Another sign that she was working with the cops. Catastrophie averted.
Later in the evening, I had some comic relief provided for me by our friend, LITTLE BRITAIN, who was back in town for a week of work. He happened to stumble in on a conversation I was having with MR. LOW-KEY, who stopped by the bar on his way home from a party. MR. LOW-KEY was on his cellphone when he immediately handed the phone over to my little friend from England and told him to talk. LITTLE BRITAIN then proceeds to spill his guts to this total stranger, basically sharing his life story with the person. I swear, it reminded me of DUDLEY MOORE in "ARTHUR". One of those rare moments that you had to see to appreciate.
AMERICAN PSYCHO also made a brief appearance, stopping by with his best friend from back home. His friend and his girl-friend flew into town for the weekend to celebrate his birthday, and A.P. was playing tour guide for them. A very nice couple indeed.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch. I love it when that happens.
Saturday I found myself up at 9:30am after going to bed a mere two hours earlier. I actually thought I was going to have to work the day shift until I got a note from H.B.E. saying that I wouldn't have to. Whew. I went out for a haircut instead, and on my way back home, I was walking across 34th street when I saw some cars speeding in my direction, trying to beat the light. I immediately began to sprint to get out of the way and TRIPPED over a bump in the street and WIPED OUT! The shock of actually falling down in public was short-lived as I scrambled up and jumped out of the way of the speeding cars. Of course, there were a group of hot chicks with mortified looks on their faces, that's all I need. I assured everyone that I was alright and sprinted off before the "jackass" sign on my forehead could illuminate. SO now I have rather large and very red cherry bruise on my kneecap to remind me of the stupid accident. All in a day's work.
I've rambled on enough. I'm going to relax and make it a low-key night. Another double shift awaits me tomorrow. I'm off.
NUFF SAID
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Was Yaphet Kotto there when you fell?
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