Usually on Wednesdays I go out to downtown Memphis, to get my kicks on Beale Street, but tonight was different. Perhaps it is the work load I have been handling, maybe the anxiousness of the pending economic calamity that the press would have you believing, or maybe its that I didn’t go to bed last night until about 4 a.m.
I didn’t have the energy level to go to Beale, nor did I want to really. I definitely had to get out of the house though, and I promised myself that I would write a blog. I really want to keep up on my blog and a promise to the readers, I still have, I will do such. I know that I have said this before, but by all things good in this world I will honor my commitment. Lately I have been turned off by BuckyStars as the prices are just to high for this type of economy. On the same point, lately whenever I have gone to BuckyStars, apparently everybody else got the memo too, that its just to expensive to waste money on. Not to mention that, for the most part, their hiring practices have been less than desirable. I always liked the feel of walking into the local coffee house where everybody knew your name and welcomed you when you came in the door. That has just not been my experience lately there.
Resigning to the fact that I needed to get away from the whirr of the TV and the boring crap that’s always on, I decided to head out and give the old BuckyStars a last-ditch effort. Today was an odd day for me, I was showered early and out to the bank, but as with most days, my time is spent sitting in front of a computer monitor working on the Net. After a day of work, even though not labor or dirty, for some odd reason I find myself getting dirty from the Net. It seems like there is some type of electronic grime that builds up on flesh. The deeper I get involved in my worked during the day, the dirtier I get. Not sure really, what its from, but after ten hours in front of the Internet, my clothes smell, and I need a good hot shower.
Tonight was no exception, and yet as I said I felt tired and drained. Didn’t really feel like doing much, but I knew I wanted to get out. For a moment I actually debated about going out and just throwing on a hoodie and heading out the door. After all who would be at BuckyStars anyway? Nobody right! It really took myself looking into myself and observing my own actions (observing ones ego is a skill all ALPHA’s must have) to realize I was taking the easy way out. The ALPHA male is always prepared. Mom didn’t tell you when you were a kid growing up to wear clean underwear for no reason. She knew there was more to it than maybe getting hit by a bus. If you get hit by a bus, in all actuality you’re going to shit yourself anyway so clean underwear doesn’t mean squat!
Mom had that intrinsic juju that every woman has for ALPHA men. She knew that her baby boy could step out side that door any minute and discover the fascinating wonderful creatures they call woman. Mom was smart:) after all mom was a babe and she obviously had so much more social observational skills than any guy would ever have. Listen to mom, my brain was saying.
With a bit of trepidation that valuable blog writing time was wasting, I decided I would take a shower, don some clean clothes, PUA style and head on out the door. No excuses SteveO, you are ALPHA male and ALPHA’s always expect the unexpected. Dressed to the nines for a cup of coffee, even knowing full-well the only people at BuckyStars will be you and the angry gay-male Baristas. I figured maybe I would write about Barak winning the Presidency and ask everyone to pray for him and the USA. I jumped in the Beemer and headed out. I debated calling a few friends, but ahh I’d figure out something to write about. I always do and have been told I’m long-winded.
So I pull into BuckyStars and wouldn’t you know, one of my favorite Baristas is working. I was sure she had quit and I would never see her around again. Apparently they have a morning shift here too. I never would have guessed. Then to my amazement and happiness there she was. My Pixie friend from the other BuckyStars, they are closing due to the economic calamity I had written about a bit earlier in this post. I had been down there a few times and she just seemed to disappear so I thought she was gone too. Yup SteveO is dressed to the nines and she was like, wow every time I see you you’re always so stylish. IOI? You damn tootin it was.
Funny thing I was so enamored into talking to my favorite Barista I just kind of ignored her, which totally worked in my favor. No sweat though, before long the whole place was laughing and wouldn’t you know my favorite Barista would DHV me. She asked me how the filming was going for the production. Pixie expected me to elaborate on it, but SteveO was just like, yup it’s busy and hectic and by next year it will be in full production. Not to much info, but enough to peak curiosity.
I had my blog title and it’s an important one guys. Always be prepared, regardless if you’re going to the convenient store, gas station, laundry, whatever, make each impression your most important. Always remember the first impression begins with you at home in the mirror. Just imagine if I came out feeling grimy like I wanted to before. None of this would have happened. Things fall into place when you prepare yourself for everything, just like mom used to tell ya.
That’s certainly not the end of the story with Pixie either. The store has been streaming with babes all night and many of them know me. Pixie is wondering, just how does this guy, who is always so well dressed and styling happen to know everybody that comes through that door? She just told me she gets a break in about 6 minutes, so I will finish by saying, I’m going to get to know Pixie a little better on her break.
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