This weekend was pretty tamed for me.There is soooo much going on this weekend.We had the Detroit Electronic Music Festival in Downtown Detroit.That gets like 500 000 people.Then we had the Wings playing the first game of the Stanley Cup Final.Then you add the Pistons playing game 3 of the Eastern Conference Finals and THEN it was a UFC fight night.AND it was the first real nice weekend of the summer.There was soooo much to do this weekend, that it was pretty mellow at my clubs.It's like this every year.This weekend is just jammed pack with SHIT to do.It's like we can't wait to get things going… almost like a virgin having sex for the first time.You are trying to do everything all at once and you kinda miss the whole experience.Samething goes for this weekend every year for me.
I wish I had some great story to tell you about some jack ass doing something stupid or maybe some girl doing something even dumber.But honestly, it was really boring for me at the least.Everyone that came out to party in my clubs looked like they had a good time but as for craziness that you like me to write about?Nothing.
I did have one troubling thing happen to me while I was working.I had an American dude swear up and down that the American Dollar was 20% higher than the CDN dollar.We were giving money at par and he felt as though he was getting ripped off.There was no persuading this guy either.He was dead set on the American Dollar ruling the planet Earth.It's like he has been living in a bubble for the last 4 years.He had no idea about the American economy being in shambles.Well at least in my end of the woods.Michigan is in the shitter.He was going off spewing the typical arrogant US propaganda that we here on the border are use too.Sometimes I even get caught up into it.How can you not?I watch the FOX Network… lol.This guy had blinders on that pointed him in the direction that the American Dollar was still just like it was in 2002.DUDE.He couldn't be more off.We use to count on the American Dollar for our deposits here in Canada.The exchange alone would cover a salary or two.Now we can't even give it back as change.I wish I was smart enough to know exactly why this has happened.But I am not an economist.But I am smart enough to know that something went wrong in the last 4 years.I hope shit gets better in the next 4 years.
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Friday Night we were able to be lucky enough to have a local radio station have their yearly promo called Naughty Mom's Night Out.Mojo in the Morning from Channel 955 in Detroit Michigan came in with his morning crew.You ever really get to meet that voice you hear daily on the radio?You always wonder how the voice matches the person.Well strangely for me, MOJO looked exactly how I pictured him.Weird.I got to meet Spike who is on with him and was strangely really nice.I have had the privilege of dealing with some real assholes in the radio bizz but these guys threw that stereo typical outlook out the window. Well the crew that they brought was a bus fool of chicks that all have kids.They went to the local Strip Club for women, Danny's, and then brought their horned up bushel of women to my club.It was the equivalent of giving 6 year olds caffeine for the first time and telling them to play in the sand box!These chicks were out of control.Some of our 19 year old male cliental had no idea as to what was about to happen to them as they walked through my doors that night!I guess the best comparison would be hanging a lamb chop to a pack of wild dogs.Guys were coming off of the dance floor with nail marks on their backs and sucking their thumbs in the fetal position crying.
I thought it would be a great idea to have a MOM's hot body contest.In order to get in the contest they had to show a pic of their kids or show some stretch marks.Nah… we just took their word for it.But holy shit some of these broads were looking good for having a litter.While they were dancing I was having them hold up their fingers as to how many kids they had.It was a lot of fun UNTIL we crowned the winner.After we announced there was a tie between two girls that weighed max between the two, 200 lbs and combined between the two of them the Brady Bunch, some ghetto chicks got into their faces.I mean pointing fingers and the whole baby mama drama.I couldn't hear what was being said but I saw what happened.One of the chicks that were eliminated in the contest threw her drink on the one Mama, which retaliated into a karate chop from a fist across the face, in which her sidekick, returned that with a push that sent all 95 lbs of the one girl off of the stage and on to her back!By that time the Doormen go to the situation and they pretty much picked the two ugly Mom's up like grocery bags, which I am sure these Mom's knew much about because they really did need to put down the fork. But when they got outside… they were saying shit that I didn't even know Mom's knew about! It was crazy what these two trucker Mom's were saying.It was soooooo entertaining.I loved every minute of it.
After a while the Channel 955 crew had left and went to Caesars Casino.I think one time I saw MOJO literally nod off while talking to some hot broad.I don't know what time those guys get up in the morning but I am almost positive they were on a 24 hour push, being at my Club that late.I had a blast and they are invited to come back anytime!!
Cheers from Woodys Outhouse in Windsor Ontario to the whole Channel 955 team and Mojo in the Morning!!!
Owning a club you get to meet a lot of people.Some people you enjoy meeting and some you rather not talk too.The one kind of person that has kinda got on my nerves as of late are the ones that are mooching.It is getting out of hand.Somebody that is being nice to me in order to get something from me is happening more then not as of late.
The time of year has a lot to do with it.The summer is here so people are starting to come out of the woodworks.There are some girls especially that get a little more friendly then usual if there is a big line up.Yet if there wasn't a line up, they would just blow past me.Some of them have become a little more ruthless too.I have people asking me to buy them drinks.Don't you think that is a little pushy?For one, it is totally illegal for me to buy a drink for anyone.But there are promos from different companies that will sponsor the drinks.They will buy them for people, especially if there is a new product in the market place.I just don't understand someone coming up to me and asking me to buy them a drink when they know that is how I make money.
I almost shit when people actually say they would like to buy me a drink.It doesn't happen a lot but I am usually in shock when it happens.I usually turn the drink down out of respect for the person buying a drink in my place but I thank them numerous times for the gesture.Those people I make sure are taken care of from that moment on.That is a true VIP in my books.
The first official night of the unofficial summer was this weekend.Whoa!It started off with a bang.People can't wait to stand or sit on a patio and drink outside.It is always something to get use to.What I mean by this is our capacities.I can usually scan our crowd and know pretty much how many people are in my Clubs.We have clickers at the front door to keep track of the exact amount.But in the summer, the patio eats up a lot of our capacity for inside the bar.The bar may look 1/3 empty but that is because everyone is on the patio.I usually make more money when the patio is packed but it always throws me for a loop at the beginning of the warmer seasons.
Some dude was with a bunch of buddies and ordered a round. He dropped his cash on the floor so he reached down to pick it up, but he was leaning one hand on the top of the table while he reached down to pick up the money.So the whole table tipped and about 6 bottles of beer came crashing down to the floor.So his bill turned into 12 beers instead of 6.Dumb ass.
Two girls were dancing on our speakers.The third girl decided she wanted to jump up on the speaker too. So the one girl grabbed her friend by the arm and proceeded to lift her up on the speaker with her.Well the girl coming up wasn't the "lightest" chick.She actually pulled the one girl off of the speaker and when the other girl on the speaker saw her going over, she grabbed a hold of her.Then all three broads went crashing down to the ground and took out about 10 0ther people on the dance floor.Dumb asses.
We have a dress code at the bar.You can't get into the bar if you are looking more ghetto then those guys on the White Rapper show.Our guys that work on the door, one is brown and the other is white. We turn away ghetto thugs all night long.But this one chick saw us turn away some black guy because he was wearing those two-toned jeans.She goes ape-shit saying the doormen were racist, the very next guy comes up to the door wearing some slim shady wife beater and is whiter then Bill Gates.So we turn him away too.But she is still going ape-shit about the black dude. My door guys were like, "Didn't you just see what happened you idiot?"But of course she has her own personal agenda.God forbid we throw out a drunken Indian or a fat chick, someone else will cry racism. Oh ya, we do get that too sometimes. Some chick said we were racist because she was fat. Another dumb ass.
There is this step coming off of our dance floor.So when people come off the dance floor, some people actually forget that it is a 6 inch difference going down.I see people trip all the time.But I saw the best SPILL ever this weekend.This chick was coming off the floor and she stepped out and didn't realize that there was a 6 inch difference.So she leans forward and tries to stop her tumble.She sprawls out on the floor and slides about a foot on her belly.Have you seen a bar floor at about 1:30AM in front of a bar?Well she was wearing a white dress.DUMB ASS.
This didn't happen at the bar but he showed up anyway so I can tell it.This guy had a big circle on his forehead.It was a dark red/purplish bruise.At first I thought it was a birthmark but it was a perfect circle.So I asked him what the fuck it was.He laughed and said one night he was drunk at his buddies house.He took a cat toy, the ones you put on the wall and the cat hits the thing hanging from it?You basically just lick it and stick it anywhere.Well this idiot did that and stuck it to his forehead and his buddies whacked it for about an hour.Then he couldn't get it off.When he finally did, WHOLL-a!Dumb ass!
So there you have it,Five dumbasses on a typical Saturday night.
Every now and then it is important to share something that you find funny. I have found something that cracked me up. So I am not taking credit for any of this writing, but I will take credit for finding it!!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
It Ain't Easy Being a Bouncer by Will Hettinger
People don't really know me. They think they do, but they don't. They just see me as the giant at the front of the club. They know I'm huge, I mean totally fucking jacked out of my mind, and they know I'm totally cool, (Do you think a nerd would spend so much time in the gym building muscles like these?) but they don't know the real me.
I am a bouncer. I stand at the front of bars or clubs and check the ID's of people coming inside. Depending on the rules my boss gives me, if someone is under 21, I either flex and turn them away, or I flex and mark an X on their hand. People get mad at me, when I catch them with fake ID's and don't let them in, but it's not my fault. Do you think I like marking "X's" on your hands? Do you know how limiting that is to my creative juices? I have spent many a night lying awake in my totally sweet leopard print bed; just waiting for the day my boss says "Okay, D-Bo, tonight instead of using an "X", we're going to draw a Unicorn."
And people think I'm stupid, just because I'm totally fucking huge. Well I've got news for those people; Shut up, and no I'm not. I mean just because my biceps are the size of toddlers, doesn't mean that I don't appreciate the science or the arts. I mean, just yesterday, right after I was doing some power cleans, I mixed some Stacker 2 with some Creatine and some Ephedra, and now my lats are looking ripped. I mean A.C. Slater right after making sweet, sweet love to Jessie Spano ripped. And as for the arts, I have and appreciation for music and cinema that you would not believe. When I'm driving to work in my Festiva, nothing puts me in the mood for checking IDs and telling drunk sophomore girls to stop dancing on tables then listening to some Pan-fucking-tera. And there is no better example I have found then Patrick Swayze's uncanny rendition of James Dalton in Roadhouse. I mean, I doubt that any other actor in Hollywood could have said the line, "Take the biggest guy in the world, shatter his knee and he'll drop like a stone,"and have it mean so much to so many people.
People sometimes make the mistake of thinking I'm an asshole, but that's not true at all. It's just that I work late into the night and sometimes, I'm tired. Sorry, if I don't smile at you, or if I don't offer any explanation as to why you're not getting in, even though you swear to God you are the first blond haired blue eyed girl to ever be named Jamal Muhamad Aziz. You try carrying around arms this heavy all day and see if you feel like being nice at the end of it. Besides it's just like what Patrick Swayze says to his bouncers in Roadhouse, "I want you to be nice until it's time to not be nice."
Sometimes the ungrateful punks who come to the club make fun of the way I look, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt my feelings. I mean, I know their just jealous of my sweet black jeans and Adidas Superstar shoes. They totally wish they could make a black tank top look this good, but they can't. And sorry if I wear this big gaudy silver cross, but it has sentimental value. It was a graduation present. Well, actually, it was a present that I got on the day I passed my GED High School equivalency exam, but I still wear it with pride. Besides, your probably just mad that your girl eye-fucked my brains out when she saw my frosted tips, and my sweet tattoo of a dragon choking the shit out of Minnie Mouse. I keep my hair standing at attention like this, because a party could break out at any second, and I don't want to ever be underdressed.
I'm sorry if I come across as being rude or short with anyone. It's just that once I get five or six Red Bull and Vodkas in me, I can get a little jumpy.
Sorry, I must be boring you out here, when you're trying to get in and drink. Here, let me see your ID. You're over twenty one you say? You don't look six five. HMMM"¦ Anti-Tanning? I didn't know that existed, but I guess it explains why you don't look dark anymore. What's your sign? Yep"¦ story checks out there"¦Capricorn. Do you have a second form? Yeah, I also go out with a wallet full of money but no credit cards and only my old tattered driver's license. Well what's your address? I mean, if you were able to memorize the address written on this card, then it must be yours.
Go on in, buddy, but just know that there is more to me than being totally fucking jacked and acting like a douche bag to people when they come in here. I'm a sensitive, complex, and emotional individual, and though I may come across as being a massive tool, I really just want to be understood. Is that so much to ask of people? Start any shit in there and I'll break your face.
This industry can be so fickle sometimes. Case in point:
My buddies Chad and Gavin both start up a promotion. They needed some money and I offered them a Tuesday Night. So what they did was invite all their friends to come out and have a party. The night took off. Now every Tuesday Night they get about 250 people to show up and the night is crazy fun. I even offered my services as the MC for the hot body contest. The thing with this, the Tuesday Night bar in my town has been a bar up the road. They went through a renovation and while they were being renovated, that was when they threw the parties. So that bar is playing catch up to the hype.
Well Gavin is a genius with a camera and editing... so he makes a video that promotes the night. Here it is:
Now that video gets out on the web and goes viral. Everyone and their mother sees it. So some nasty shit gets posted on the facebook group about certain people in the video and some staff at the competing bar gets pissy with the new success of Gavin and Chad. So Gavin in his overzealous eagerness posts a video of the competing bar and shows a girl shitting herself in the Hot Tub and says it is at the competing bar because they are promoting a Tuesday Night party with a hot tub. I know I know... I was thinking the same thing, "WTF?"
So obviously the other bar is pissed right off. I would be too. There are rules to the bar bizz. One is that you never say who your competition is and do anything that embarrasses you or the people you represent. But Gavin is new to this whole Industry and quite frankly is almost too good as a Promoter. He has found success at his first go round. So I had to explain to him why you don’t slander other bars because they will just do it back to us and then nothing will ever get done. Both of us will ruin each other’s reputation and no one will want to go to our Clubs. Friendly competition through tongue and cheek advertising and good fun rousing is totally acceptable and actually is encouraged because any kind of hype is good for both Clubs. Thankfully the other Club did not sue and basically gave Gavin a mulligan.
So now that he knows the rules of the game. He comes up with this for his next night!!!
He is getting good at this. So good that I think his calling should of been this industry since day one. But his passion is directing and movies. So I am sure he can do this as his job so that he can do his passion!
So now you can see another side of what it is like owning these bars. You get to meet some pretty extraordinary people like Chad and Gavin. Not to mention the dealings with success and growing pains. KUDOS to them though for creating a fun night and some extra entertainment! I shall keep all of you posted on the success of TOONIE TUESDAY at Woodys Outhouse and if you think that this little story was exciting as I thought it was with the visuals, please tell your friends about it so I can get some more readers. (make me happy)
Check out Gavin’s goal in life to meet 12 people that will change his life.
You ever watch an argument in a club?I mean really take the time to watch it all go down.It happens quite a bit in a club on a Saturday Night.You have insecure boyfriends that can’t handle all the eyes on their chick, or you might get the break up!Those are awesome.I love a full on "hang your laundry out" in the middle of the club.Most times it’s the two alpha males pissing contest.There are all kinds of different arguments in the club.When a fight breaks out it is easy to decipher who is going to go out because they both end up getting the boot.But what do you do when there aren’t fists thrown?What if it is just a plain all out war on words?This is what you do.
This week we had two chicks (of course) arguing over who bumped into who.We have a go-go box on the dance floor and one broad got off of the box and kinda fell into the other broad.Of course the one she banged into decided she was going to act like a jack ass and the girl that came off of the box started to get in her face also.The two girls both started looking like complete idiot’s arguing over who banged into who.So this is how we decide who is going to get thrown out.We throw out the one that is more aggressive.So we ended up throwing out the girl that came off of the box and accidently bumped the girl on the dance floor.Even though it was a complete accident and the one girl that got bumped into started the whole thing, we threw out the chick that made the bigger stink.The reason is simple.I don’t care whose fault it is.I don’t care if you were having a bad day.I can careless that your Grandma died and your dog is missing.I can careless that you just found out you have a brain tumor and you are drinking you sorrows away.All I care about is that you spend money in the bar.And when I am forced to decide on who I am going to have to STOP spending money in the bar, it is always the louder one.It totally goes against a person’s instinct too.Obviously when you are in an argument your instinct is to be the one that gets the point across better.THAT IS WHAT GETS YOU THROWN OUT IN MY CLUB.It sucks either way for me.Nothing I can do.I am going to get burned no matter how you slice that bread.An argument leads to confrontation. As soon as it gets to that point, I am forced to make that decision that affects my pocket book.So if you are in the club and you don’t want to get thrown out in a confrontation?Be shy and timid.YOU WILL WIN!
Here is a vid from last Tuesday Night.We started a new night in the city here.My buddy Chad and Gavin are the Promoters of the night.So check it out.
What can happen in less than an hour in the BAR BIZZ
Do you ever wonder sometimes why we drink?I mean really think about it?For me I enjoy the taste of CC and coke.It’s a pretty smooth taste and I enjoy it a lot.Nothing like a perfectly made Canadian Club and Coke with a hint of lime.I LOVE IT.But I know my limitations.Myself?I can have 2 drinks and it will affect me.I am such a lush and "easy" for that matter.But some other people don’t even drink to enjoy the real experience.They drink to…?I still don’t know.Case in point what happened to me.Follow along carefully folks:
I get a call from my Doorman.He says he has a chick at the back bar that his hit her limit.He has her there and he is giving her some water.He also said that she had been there for 15 minutes and not one of her friends has come up to her.So I go and check the situation out.This chick is DROP Dead gorgeous.I remember her from the contest I did earlier in the night.I couldn’t remember her name though.So I calmly walked up to her and said, "Tracy?" No response. "Teresa?" Nothing. "Tina?" She turns her head towards me.YESSSSS.I say, "Where are your friends?"She shrugs her shoulders.I stood there and pondered the entire night out in my head and I remembered a girl in a yellow dress cheering really hard for her in the crowd when she did the Hotbody Contest.So I went out to find this chick in the Club.
Nothing.
So I am standing there with this hot chick, knocking down, loser after loser , as they try and get their grimy claws into her.Finally I see my Cover Girl Alex come walking to the back.She gives me a plan! She went into the washroom and then came out.I said to her, "Ok. This is what we are going to do. We are going to drive this chick over to her hotel room, but you are going to convince her it is a good idea when I bring it up."She says, "Yep no problem but we should take care of the chick I just busted stealing a purse in the bathroom. "Great…Now we are multi tasking.Alex goes into the bathroom and takes the wallet from her hand and walks out of the bathroom and gives it to me.Now the chick knows we are onto her.I tell my Doorman not to let her out of the bathroom until we get back.
Back to the Hotty.
I ask her if she wants a ride to her hotel room.To my astonishment and quite frankly sheer terror, she says yes without hesitation.So Alex and I drive overand drop her off to the hotel.She doesn’t have a key.So I bring her to the desk and say, "Dude. This chick, (pointing) we found doesn’t have a key to get in herhotel."He grabs a file like he does this every night.He looks at her and says like he is talking to an old lady, "WHAT ROOM ARE YOU IN!?"She holds up her fingers and sings, "One … Two… Three…"He then look up a manifest and says what is your name?She tells him and looks at me and says yep, she’s good.She then throws her arms around me and says, "THANK YOU Steve."I think, who the fuck is Steve?Anyways, I jumped back in the truck with Alex. Back to the bar!!!
I get back to the bathroom incident and my Doorman is STILL standing there with the wallet.He says she was still in there.So now I know she is probably shitting her pants.(That is description of how she feels and not what she is doing in the washroom.I thought I should clarify this.)We go in after her…Of course she starts to play stupid and denies everything.I didn’t want to deal with this idiot.So I looked through the wallet and realized everything was in there, VISA, ID, Birth Certificate and everything that I personally would want back if I lost my wallet.So we just took this chick and toss her out.
All this happened in like 40 minutes.It’s absolutely ridiculous what I have to do sometimes in this business.But I love it completely.
Did you guys know that if you eat alot of asparagus that your pee stinks?I had NO IDEA!!I had a tonne of it Saturday and for whatever reason, I decided to eat the asparagus as a snack at work.Then while I was taking a piss at my Club, the guy next to me was like, "DUDE! Your piss stinks!"And I was like, "DUDE, Why you looking at my dick?"Nahhhh…I was agreeing with him.It was the most pungent smell I have ever had the privilege of smelling out of the front orifice of my body!I thought I would share that with you this week.
Saturday Night at Woodys I was standing on the stage getting ready to MC the Hotbody Contest and there was this girl dancing in front of me.She was an average looking girl, but holy shit could she dance.I was like a cobra coming out of it's weaved basket.I could have been standing there with bullets flying around my head and I would have been oblivious to them.I was mesmerized by how this girl was moving and dancing.I think dancing has become a lost art as of late.I remember when people went to the clubs to dance.I MEAN REALLY DANCE.Not this booty shakin' shit goin' on.I blame hip hop for this stutter beat.I mean the beat is cool but it is horrible to dance too.It's more of a stomp.Speaking about dancing…I am hooked on that show Americas Best Dance Crew!WHOA!Those dance crews are amazing.What they can do with their bodies and how they express the moves, blows me away.If you haven't seen it before, just watch it once.It's actually a lot of fun to watch.It won't make you mesmerized by a swaying chest like my dumbass was doing Saturday.If anyone was watching me, they would have thought I was some perv for sure.
Saturday Night was the beginning of Spring Break.We got the first wave of partiers and there is 5 more weeks to go.If you were going to a club and there was a line up and there were 3 other clubs right beside you, would you wait in line for 45 minutes?I don't get this.The beer tastes the same at the club down or across the street.As much as I like the idea that anyone would wait in line to get into one of my Clubs, I really have to wonder what kind of individual is willing to do this. I couldn't do it.Even if my Mother was in there on her death bed and I had to wait in line to see her, I would be on the cell phone telling her, "There is a line up.Don't die yet.I will see you tomorrow."Unless I was going into the club to sit in a seat that took me up about 300 feet and drop me over and edge and travel along some rails at break neck speed, waiting in line is not worth the aggravation.
Speaking about lines…I saw these two broads come into the Club and do a line of coke at their table in the MIDDLE of the CLUB!Obviously we tossed these two Terra Reid impersonators out but COME ON!When did Coke slip out of the shadows of bushes and bathroom stalls and become something like adjusting your bra strap in the middle of the club?I use to work at a club that sprayed WD40 on the back of toilets to keep the drug of choice under control.When someone throws the shit out on the table like they are about to role some dough, society has got to gives its head a shake.I have the best image in my head right now!You remember that baker from the Muppets that use to speak that language you couldn't understand?He would be throwing flour out and had that rolling pin.I know that had nothing to do with doing a bump in the club but the whole baking imagery had that flash in my noggin.I loved the Muppets.
First I want to apoligize for my lack of posts. This time of year is extremely busy for me. For my lack lustre performance I have suffered in the worst way a blogger can be tortured. I have lost 20 SUBSCRIBERS to my blog. This is killing me. I need your help now. Please get the word out about my Blog. I promise not to let you down. Just let anyone that is as sick and tormented as us in our humour, about the blog. I am hoping to crack the 1500 Subscriber mark soon!! Please help me.
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What is it with free shit in the Club?People will lose their minds for free shit.And usually that is exactly what it is too.SHIT.Girls will barrel over cleft palate babies with respirators to get at a plastic cup attached to beads. Guys will dive over broken glass and snag a $5.00 T-shirt better then David Tyree caught that football against the Patriots in Superbowl 42.Midgets get pushed up against pool tables and chairs because the Club is giving away a Corona bucket that is filled with absolutely nothing.I watch these animals lose control for the dumbest shit.Then when they get home they put it somewhere so that 2 years later, one of their friends says, "What is this?" as they hold up a hand from a mannequin that says Blow Job Queen 2007.They will answer, "I really don't remember much but the ambulance attendant was nice when they applied pressure to my jugular and stop the bleeding."
This weekend I gave away $50.00 for a hot body contest. You give a girl 20 seconds on a stage and you give them the WORLD!!!Their whole lives are based on the simple principle that whenever they go out, they need people to look at them.These attention whores get lights and smoke and the chance to get FIFTY BUCKS…I am lucky I don't get trampled like a remake of JUMANJI.Some of these broads, (we don't use that word enough anymore) lay out their clothes for Saturday Night on Wednesday.They will add accessories and isolate key areas of the outfit to make it absolutely perfect.Then at the Club someone gives them a speaker to stand on to their favourite song and it's like Kevin Bacon practicing his moves for the dance in the neighboring County on the other side of the tracks. If the MC gives them an opportunity to get on stage by themselves with full attention on them, GOD have mercy on the lambs in the way near the stage.
I don't understand the dude in the Club wearing a fur coat with the hood.The temperature in the Club is 65 degrees.I know!I set the default temperature myself.So why is he standing leaning up against the wall holding on to the same beer for 2 hours, bouncing his head to the music looking like a total goofball?All bartenders can tell you exactly who has the money and who doesn't, by how they tip after a purchase.The guys wearing the flat caps and jerseys are BROKE!The guy in blue jeans and t-shirt does.The Baller buying the one bottle of Heineken for the entire night referring to his girlfriends as, "the bitches" , with more rhinestones on his jeans then Liberace's piano, has totally blown every penny of his $200.00 weekly pay check. While the dude wearing the jeans and shirt can leave a buck or two after every purchase because HE BUDGETS!!!He invests his money into returnable items.You don't see him going out to buy the latest in fashion depending on what Ludicrous is drinking or wearing in his latest video.Do you see Bill Gates wearing Sean Jean with his Timberlands?That guy is wearing his blue shirt and loafers.He makes 30 million a day! So the next time you see a dude wearing a fur coat in the club and he has a drink in his hand, drop some money in it, he will need it to pay for something from Jay z's next video.
