This happens to me EVERY FRICKEN WEEKEND. By the same girls/women, and by complete strangers. I started working left handed just so my wedding band is more apparent.
What makes it worse for me is my live video stream. Who knows if my wife is watching, or if she's really going to know what's happening when it happens because of the camera angles? We had to elect a policy of "Wife is no longer allowed to watch" after one over the top evening.
It was 12:45 and this one girl had sang 3 times already. We were in our long rotation of the evening(Did I mention this is karaoke?) The long rotation happens in most karaoke shows around 10pm-1am as the rush of johhny come latelys finally show up.
This long rotation was about 15-20 persons long. Not terribly long (i've seen one's as long as 35+) but you figure 3 minutes a song, at least an hour between your turns. This girl was getting drunker by the minute, and more onry every time she stepped up askin "When am I going to be next?"
This wasn't even a good day. Our computers were hosed with a dead boot drive when I came in at 5pm. I was running my rotation manually, and the show was run from CDG's and paper slips instead of PC. I was doing this *WHILE* the PC was finishing up it's install.
So this is the girls 4th time up asking me when she get's to go next. I politely try and explain rotation to her when she goes "I'll do anything to go next" and starts swinging her cleavage back and forth like a pendulum. "Nah that's ok, just wait" I tell her.
She gives me a pout, then pulls down her shirt, lifts up her bra and 2 firm little breasts pop out. Now before anyone asks "Why didn't you run away toqer?", let me explain my booth.
It's cramped
There's only one exit
She was blocking it
Behind her were about a 1/2 dozen guys with dollar bills in thier hands blocking my exit.
My mind raced to my wife and the camera pointed coldly at my stage. "Good god I hope she's not watching!" I put my hands up in the air, and started trying to crawl backwards into the corner that is my booth. Somehow I had thought that maybe if I just kept my hands where she could see them, my wife wouldn't be so angry at me later.
I kept my hands high up in the air, not realizing on cam it looked like I was in celibration mode or something. Like, "Hallilughia! God has given me boobies! Praise the lord for mammories!". I think next time i'll just curl up in a fetal position and suck my thumb.
The bouncer was near the stage so I told him to get her out of here. I cued up my next singer and went for a smoke. I saw that girl puking her guts outside. A regular named monkey comes up to me.. "Toq, one of the folks watching on the internet just called. They said your wife's in the chatroom saying she's going to kill your cat or something". My heart sank realizing that the worst possible outcome of this was starting to unfurl.
"Hello?" I nervously answered.
"Toq, this is connie from chat, your wife was just in here and was goin kind of crazy"
"I'll deal with it later, I got a broken PC to fix and a show to run." The show must go on is my motto. Either that or KARAOKE IS HARDCORE!!!
Windows finished installing about 10 minutes later, and 10 minutes after that I had winamp installed and everything ready to go. I quickly transferred the mess of paper tickets in front of me into the PC. When I was finished with that I fired up the chat client and connected to our chat room.
YOU MUTHER F****ER
CAT DEAD
PC IN SHOWER
BURNED YOUR CLOTHES
Were the first messages I saw in there. I sat back for a minute as some of the chat folks tried to calm her down. Think of it this way.. If I decide i'm going to flash you, can you stop me? I mean, honestly, if you wanted to flash anyone, is there any way they could stop you?
Mrs T didn't realize that. She kept on and on. The chat screen is on the same screen as the CDG lyrics, so the entire room got to see her tirade. We finally had to kickban her from the room to save myself some embarassment.
I came home to baby books in the toilet, marridge license ripped in 4 pieces, wedding glass/china broken all over my computer desk and keyboard, "YOU DID THIS or THIS IS YOUR FAULT" scribbled on everything and one steaming mad wife. We fought nearly all night long. In the end she realized she had acted completely psycho(and a long while later I found out some hard dirt on my wife that completely exhonerated me). 3 years later, things are good now.
Alcohol makes people lose inhibition. When you work/play in an enviroment with alcohol, any outcome should come as no surprise to you. I've seen girls giving oral sex in the parking lot, bathrooms, alleyways around my place countless times in the 6 years i've worked there. I've seen folks straight having sex. Gays, straights, you name it i've seen it.
I keep a straight head while I work for just that reason. I drink rockstar energy drinks all night (2 make me sleep at 2am, 3 make me sleep at 5-6am). I don't need any distractions from work, and who needs a DUI anyways?
Heh getting kind of off topicy here.
Yah, i've been propositioned before. I've been offered every sex act imaginable by every kind of girl imagable. I've been told "Want a blowjob?" to "I'll f*** your brains out if you come home with me tonight" I've been offered by the hottest chicks I can think of to the ugliest trolls imaginable.
Ok here's something to think about.. How many of you married guys wear your wedding band at work/gigs? I do.. It never comes off.
Why does it seem like a lot of these skanks just don't care that you're married? How come so many of them see a ring as an invitation instead of a "NO TRESSPASSING" sign? I had a girl wanting me to kiss her this weekend, I boldly held my wedding ring up and said "My wife wouldn't like that" and she boldly heald hers up saying "Neither would spouse but they don't have to know" This chick was hot, I mean really hot if you like young asian girls. 23, maybe 110lbs, 5'4". I certainly wasn't turning her down because she was ugly.
Always the pretty ones isn't it? Always the pretty ones...