"why i dont go out" or "that creepy guy is staring at me again"

so the afore mentioned christmas party was sunday. extra fun. it was touch and go as to wether i was going to be able to get out of work to go (you cant make up excuses to get out of work so you can go to your job's christmas party, especially when the party is downstairs), but i made it and i looked jazzy as haelll( thats how you say i when you looked as jazzy as my ass did).

let me recount the day. i went to work, blabla, and creepy guy was there. creepy guy is a man(a man. he's 28) who works with us who still lives at home, smiles all the damn time and has this afro/dreds combo compareable to the adoreable crabman from "my name is earl." all this is fine in pieces, but when you put it all together it is what we like to refer to as too many adjectives. and: he's creepy. he likes every girl in our restaurant and has the mental state of a 13 year old when "flirting." i assume his still living at home has something to do with that. he's a vegetarian, which is cool, but one day when refering to a hunting show he said, "why do white people have to kill animals? animals are of color too." of color- meaning cows and deer were a part of the civil rights struggle and marched on washington too? i thinkest not.

so anyway, creepy guy went somewhere after his shift but before the party, and proceeded to come back to work high. squinty and smelly high. all cloudy up in his crabman fro. it was the dumbest thing i had ever seen anyone do. and i have seen some things. he must know we dont like him and would rat him out in a heartbeat. our shift manager was RIGHT THERE!!!! he isnt an actual employee as much as a seasonal one, so he had to be escorted into the party.

meanwhile, kesi is lost on peachtree street. my co worker had given him shady directions so i had to get a map to maneuver him through the series of one way streets that is downtown ATL. once at the parkinglot, he informs me that he has no cash and drives off to a lot that takes cards, which is CLOSED. so i must once again maneuver him back to the hotel i work at, scrounge up some money from the co worker who gave us bad directions in the first place, and go out to the lot, without a jacket, in 20 degree weather to pay the lil machine.

he was at the wrong lot. the one i wanted him to go to DID take credit. and i am cold. its time to party.

i change from a burgundy uniform to an equally burgundy but way sexier dress. kesi, who had never seen me in the dress, said something to the effect of, "wow." i told you i was jazzy. we enter the party and sit with two coworkers, one who looks like james cagney in his suit and another who looks like the pastor's wife (in a whitney houston way). and creepy guy, who is wearing a beige suit i can only assume is made of hemp. kesi volunteers to sit next to him so i dont have to. what a guy. and he looked good too. in my favorite color on him: baby blue. -drool-

we get drinks, eat a lil, the electric slide plays and of course we dance. at one point a slow song comes on and he gets prom-reminiscent and smiles all goofy at me. his "i really love you" smile. as stoic as he can be at times, he breaks out the emotion every once in a while, and its always when i least expect it.

my friends show up, we give each other compliments, i run my hands through my friends dreads and traumatise myself at how grossly sweaty they are. the dj talks over and through really good songs- at one point stopping the new T-pain song cause there were only "10 people on the floor." BASTARD. those 10, myself included, were in love. with strippers, no less. my sweaty dredded friend was singing to his "date"(another seasonal worker who asked him to take her so she could get in) and the dj messed up that moment. we didnt like him much, but when he wasnt talking he was playing the jams. i even taught kesi how to dance to latin music as best he could in tims.

i NEVER stopped dancing. not when i got soft shoed on, not when someone spilled a LITER of alcohol on the dance floor, not when creepy guy was staring at me...need i mention he had only the big chick with bad breath to dance with? and almost every time i happened to look in his general area, he was staring at me, with that goofy ass smile he has. but i just kept on dancing. reggae, salsa, hiphop...dj talksalot's remixes... til midnight.

but before midnight, my homegirl got drunk and started dancing on me and kesi. i am so sure smitty's got a pic of that. after she walked away she fell, and the dishwasher, who has a crush on any 20something that shows him slight attention, caught her and didnt let her go for the rest of the night. it would have been cute, if i didnt know she barfed all through monday.

so all in all a good night. i woke up monday morning with a burning pain in my thighs and realized i need to do this way more or not at all. i'm sure lauren has the answers to that.