| Nine ☆ |
[Mar. 19th, 2011|12:16 am] |
Well, girls. Looks like Lou's flavor of the next few weeks is Chicago. Part of me is actually surprised it took him this long to put us all in fish net and scantily clad murderous costumes, but! Our day has finally arrived. You want dibs on which gal you are? You better hound him now or forever hold your peace, and get yourselves ready for the Cell Block Tango.
( Leo ) |
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| Eight ☆ |
[Feb. 25th, 2011|08:16 pm] |
Jesus. You people are just...
pfffttt.
shit.
You know whatd I hate? fuckers. This club is FULL of fcukers.
Fuck off withh your Happy Endings. There's nos such thing. |
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| Seven ☆ |
[Jan. 3rd, 2011|03:34 pm] |
This is so not good.
I think I met the reincarnates of Pain and Panic last night. It was either them, or those children were just that irritatingly similar. They wouldn't leave me alone all night! Who the hell lets kids into a night club? Meg and I are not amused.
Excuse me while I go shower fifty zillion times. |
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| Six ☆ |
[Dec. 17th, 2010|11:47 pm] |
Ugh. I'm dead on my feet. Is it just me or has Happy Endings gotten a lot more popular all of a sudden? I know encores are supposed to be a good thing, but seriously. Next person to shout 'ONE MORE!' is getting a six inch heel thrown at them.
Also, Savannah, I've got this totally awesome idea for next weekend that I think you'll love... |
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| Five ☆ |
[Nov. 19th, 2010|06:17 pm] |
Well, this sucks. Not being a reincarnate and all that. Makes working for a reincarnates only show business a bit more difficult, doesn't it? I've never been so fucking bored. They better come back, and soon, before I'm out one job.
I miss her. Shit don't make sense without that sarcastic broad filling my ears all day every day and giving me someone else to blame for the shit I get into. What the hell am I supposed to do now? God this is such a mess. |
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| Four ☆ |
[Nov. 2nd, 2010|09:05 pm] |
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( Sam ) |
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| Three ☆ |
[Oct. 15th, 2010|09:19 am] |
You know what is just the icing on top of an awkward as all hell 'awesome' reality shift cake? Twisting your ankle mid performance. If anyone needs me, I'll be sulking with an ice pack and a bottle of gin.
Sav, do we have any of that left over Chinese food left? Yes I know it's five days old. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
I swear to god if one more thing happens to me I'm going to go nuclear, 'blowing her top' will no longer be a metaphor. |
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| Two ☆ |
[Sep. 21st, 2010|12:22 pm] |
If Hades were in human form, he'd so be my dick of a manager. Bitch does not know how to say no, he must think I have more then one of me to work with, and I'm just his little nut meg puppet who he can do whatever the hell he wants with. Asshole.
... And just for the record, if he is Hades and you're reading this right now Tony, I'm so plastered right now I don't even know what I'm saying? Heh. |
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| One ☆ |
[Sep. 5th, 2010|12:52 am] |
Oi, another night of slinging drinks at Heat. Another night of ass grabbing assholes, house music that gets stuck in my head until I wanna kill myself, dumb bitches who think I don't know what's in a cosmo (fyi: cosmo's went out of style with Carrie Bradshaw back in 1998, idiots) and running out of olives at one a.m. It's like clockwork, it happens every night, and yet everyone raises hell over it. Don't think I can't recognize the regulars, you all stick out like sore, whiny thumbs.
I don't care if this place is the hottest club in the city, if I have to work again tomorrow night and miss another night doing my show again, somebody's gonna pay. Well, at least the tips are good.
For those of you that don't know me, I'm Margo, she's Megara. Aside from bartending a few nights a week I'm also one of the chosen few who entertain exclusively for Chicago's reincarnate's only nightclub Happy Endings. If you're interested in a fun night of good booze, good people and a damn good show, come on down! But don't get fresh. It's not that kind of place. |
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