fairies and whores-halloween weekend entry

Friday

The poker room was packed. It was hella ass hot. And most people are on tilt, which means they are irritated about not making money on the game. My supervisor took me to the side and told me I had to stay. I argued with him that I can't do overtime. I have to come back at seven in the fucking morning because the so-called human resources officers don't give a shit about our circadian circles. Of course I gave him the short version of that reason. I'm not about to commit employment suicide at this point because I am desperate for a job to fund my excesses. It's either they let me go now or they have to pay me double time when I have to work at seven the following morning. So he let me go.

Besides Bon was waiting for me downstairs. I don't want to give out excuses to my boyfriend when he went out of his way just to pick me up.

Saturday

Morning

Bon came home at three in the morning. Woke my ass up with his cold hands.

" Don't forget, you promised to take me to work at six."

He could barely put on clothes after three hours so I had to call my friend to drive me to work. Vivian was still sleeping. If I hadn't called her, she would have missed the day entirely. She picked me up at the skytrain after seven minutes, puffy faced and altogether edgy.

"Put on your seatbelt." That was all she said then drove madly down the highway. We made it in time, enough time to eat breakfast.

Afternoon

I've learned to be a bitch regarding my job. I've talked back to players and gave them attitude just so they can shut up. I'm afraid I've become jaded with this work of mine. Maybe it's better to crunch up numbers after all.

I got out and headed straight to downtown. Johnny paged me that his friend John had an extra ticket to his co-worker's halloween birthday bash. I accepted and thus this emergency shopping spree. All my cash was eaten up by shopping online. A quick fix was needed. Being a fairy was inexpensive. I already have the weird skimpy clothes. All I have to get are seven dollar wings and some 99 cent glitter.

Night

It took two hours just to apply the drag queen make-up. I had fase lashes, stars on my face and glowing skin. More like sticky skin. Not to mention the gagging smell of hairspray on my now silver hair. I surveyed my reflection in front of the looking glass one last time to the tune of Johnny's car honking. A scary fairy. Something to grant you nightmares not dreams. Oh well.

I forgot there was pubcrawl during helloween. A bunch of college kids would get together in a bus and hop from one club to the next. By the time we got to Aubar, it was already packed. The crowd consisted of college kids, college drop-outs and old-timers who'd want to hit on college kids and drop-outs. I had to fight my way to get in since some drunks tried to grab my gothic scary fairy ass. I'm supposed to be weird, not cute and cuddly. Fuck off.

We met up with Leah and apparently it was her birthday bash. I was surprised when I saw her, not because of her 'classy whore' ( as aptly named by herself ) moulin rouge inspired outfit but because of the fact that we work together. She was in guest services at the same casino, a friend of John's. Small world. John didn't tell me that she worked for gcc (great canadian casinos) too. We hardly talk at work and there we were, laughing and grinding on the dance floor.

Midnight came with Michael Jackson screaming- " Thriiileeer, thriieeeler, night!". Somebody dropped a drink and there were broken glass everywhere yet nobody seemed to notice.