I went to the gym last night and noticed the distinct lack of these girls. But then I thought, of course! It's Saturday night. They're not here because they're at their other jobs. The tourists on The Strip would certainly miss the Hooters girls and
I had the strangest set of dreams last night. Maybe I was exhausted from the gym because I normally only dream when I'm really, really, tired. Especially the weird dreams. I call those "fever dreams" because they tend to happen when my body gets too hot at night. Going into detail won't make sense of the first one (which was rather morbid, actually), and the others had to do with: 1: My father getting sick of the tv's in my house, putting them all in the trunk of his car and starting to buy me a flat-screen (this is the severe wishful thinking part of my brain), 2: Me "overbooking" my house, and having my best friend stay with me but also telling a few other friends that they could have the guest room. I never saw these friends in the dream, but apparently they ran out of closet space because I found their clothes in my refrigerator. Oh, and there was my butler, Rupert. I watched that new show High Maintenance 90210 last night, so I'm thinking that was my subconscious peeking out there.
I got an envelope in the mail yesterday from the booking agent (and girlfriend, I believe) of an opera singer I sometimes hire at the Village. The envelope contained a check fro $225.00. I forgot from the first time I was at the Village that she paid referrals for bookings. It's not why I hire them, and I don't want by boss to think that. So I'm going to show him the check and ask him what he thinks. I wouldn't feel right about keeping it if he didn't know. He's pretty cool so I'm sure it'll be ok, but it will make me feel better either way. I only hire this group about 3 times a year, so he can be pretty assured I'm not using them as a source of income.
Happy New Year!
JDM
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