Money $ money $
So, I am not really into the celebrity factor. I find it funny that 150 people can be wrapped around the block on the weekends, waiting to get up to my bar. I mean, do people really expect that they are gonna get to hang out with these people, and shoot the shit? Johnny Knoxville is kind of uncool. Steve O gave me a fat hug and hit on all the hot girls that were around him for the four days they spent hanging out on the roof. Then there was Metallica, who stayed in the hotel most of last week. They tip very very very very well, so I complain not. There was the red-headed super model that tipped 86 on a $168 buckaroo bill, and the $120 slipped to me last night on a $98 bill. This is what making money entails though-no sleep, dealing with people who have more money than god and pee in out on $14 drinks and $15 glasses of champagne. That’s the deal with working at the new “it” place. I have made invaluable contacts in regards to my screenplays though, so it’s all rockstar from here on out.
I had this stack of $1,000 from this past week, plus another $500 coming to me from the weekend. Working 5 nights will mean closer to $1500-$2000 a week, but I am selling my time, my energy and pieces of my soul all in the name of paying off debt. Oh well.
That kind of money means debt will clear within a couple months-I obviously have little time to spend it any other way.
The tired and exhausted.
Bleh—
That’s a lot of name dropping for someone who is not into the celebrity factor. 😉