haha you mean like this?
It’s called a light show and it’s fucking awesome. Take some E at least once and you’ll understand why they do all these things lol…otherwise you’ll always be like WTF? :S
[quote]ronaldo7 wrote:
haha you mean like this?
It’s called a light show and it’s fucking awesome. Take some E at least once and you’ll understand why they do all these things lol…otherwise you’ll always be like WTF? :S[/quote]
Oh shit, that was awesome!
I rather remain WTF. Little freaks.
And I swear, the next time I get hit with a swinging glow stick, the wielder will require surgical removal of said glow stick - and then I won’t be allowed to work those night and that will suit me just fine 
[quote]SickAbs wrote:
[quote]ronaldo7 wrote:
haha you mean like this?
It’s called a light show and it’s fucking awesome. Take some E at least once and you’ll understand why they do all these things lol…otherwise you’ll always be like WTF? :S[/quote]
Oh shit, that was awesome![/quote]
We should take BG for a little raving. Specially if he starts getting off those certain nights. BG you could always go as a client lol.
[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:
[quote]ronaldo7 wrote:
Dude you need to talk to this chick, tell her to give you some E and go to town!! PARTY!!![/quote]
Right. Next thing you know, I’m going out weekends, listening to house music, wearing ridiculous clothes and costumes, dancing around like a spastic religious nut and maybe wearing make up. What’s next? Taking it up the ass?
Oh, and I forgot to mention the annoying glow sticks. Did I mention the little glow stick shows the give each other? Allow me to describe. They sit down, sometimes someone is rubbing their shoulders, they are high on who knows what, while one or sometimes two in front of them, put on glow stick shows very close to their face. The “performers” as I will refer to them kindly, sometimes wear these gloves with little lights on the fingertips. And when I tell you they take this task seriously, I kid you not. And the person sits there. In a trance.
House music thumping…boom boom boom boom. Sky rockets in flight…afternoon delight. LOL 10 points to the first person to get the closing reference.
No thank you![/quote]
um, Anchorman?
[quote]PaddyM wrote:
[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:
[quote]ronaldo7 wrote:
Dude you need to talk to this chick, tell her to give you some E and go to town!! PARTY!!![/quote]
Right. Next thing you know, I’m going out weekends, listening to house music, wearing ridiculous clothes and costumes, dancing around like a spastic religious nut and maybe wearing make up. What’s next? Taking it up the ass?
Oh, and I forgot to mention the annoying glow sticks. Did I mention the little glow stick shows the give each other? Allow me to describe. They sit down, sometimes someone is rubbing their shoulders, they are high on who knows what, while one or sometimes two in front of them, put on glow stick shows very close to their face. The “performers” as I will refer to them kindly, sometimes wear these gloves with little lights on the fingertips. And when I tell you they take this task seriously, I kid you not. And the person sits there. In a trance.
House music thumping…boom boom boom boom. Sky rockets in flight…afternoon delight. LOL 10 points to the first person to get the closing reference.
No thank you![/quote]
um, Anchorman?[/quote]
Wrong. Keep trying. C’mon someone.
Okay, we have an odd night on tonite for reasons unknown to me. Rap act. Not sure what kind of numbers it will do on a weeknight but I’m hopeful I’ll have fresh content for you tomorrow. Until then, here’s an oldie but goodie. Working at a dive bar/club in PA, basically to hang out with some friends/fellow lifters and get out nights if you know what I mean LOL Name of the venue to unprotect the indicted…“Thoroubreds”. A real shithole. We’ll entitle this story…
“You’re cute, but that’s just creepy…”
I don’t know what it is about stages, but I seem to always end up posted on a stage. At this particular venue, the DJ also occupied the stage and as stages go, it saw lots of traffic. Girls getting on stage, removing shirts, flashing, getting partially nude, etc. At this place, they would remove my shirt (no vest there), unbutton my pants and generally be very naughty and treat me like a stripper. Anyway, some form of this debauchery is ocurring when I notice a very attractive woman near the front of the stage taking it all in while making and holding eye contact with me. This goes on throughout the night with her near the stage, making eye contact, being flirtateous in her body language and then returning to her party. Finally, I guess after working up some courage and consultation with someone I will reveal to you shortly, she approaches the stage and motions for me to bend down so she can speak with me. In short, she tells me that she wants to hook up when we close but…
her husband needs to be present to “watch”…whereupon she points to the rear of the venue, where he is standing, watching us talk. Now, I remind you, this woman is hot. Pretty. Great body. Long dark hair. Easily 8.5 or better.
Creepy man. Just creepy.
Until tomorrow …
Oh, you want the rest of the story? What did I do? LOL. Tomorrow.
LOL @ Push.
I don’t think anyone is going to get the reference.
Good Will Hunting, when he was fucking with one of the psychiatrists he was made to see before he hooked up with Robin Williams character. Great movie. Uh, marginal song, but catchy.
No drama last nite. Party flopped. Duh. Wednesday night. Not a holiday. I think these particular promoters insist on giving away money.
As for the chick in the last story, I told her I’d hook up with her but not with the husband present. She was agreeable but had to check with her hubby. He vetoed. No hook up. Breakfast with the fellas.
I knew the answer, “Boom, Boom, Boom, yes…” from George Plimpton’s character.
But I didn’t check the thread this morning.
nothin’ doin’ tonight
super slow due to exams
[quote]heavythrower wrote:
early 1990’s i was a bouncer at a club in a university town frequented by the football players. now this is a SEC D-1 college town. they grow them boys big and fast. well, whatever, a defensive end, 6-6 255lbs(at least that is what the roster listed him as) did not want to pay cover and called me a short-fat-hairy asshole. hey, im not an asshole… wtf? so i am 5-6 about 270, and i hit him high on his shoulders and launch him about 10 feet and he lands on his ass.
i figure he will back down now, but he gets up to his feet, and assumes a fighting stance. as big as he looked before, he now looks much bigger. i figure to get close enough to grab him and have a chance, i am probably gonna have to eat a few shots, so i decide to dive in and take my medicine. turns out he is a southpaw, and he open hand slaps me on the right ear. that ear was ringing for 2 weeks after.
despite my 20lb weight advantage and a foot shorter, he manages to get low enough to get under me and drive me into the nearest wall. he pancakes one of those metal cylindrical ashtray/garbage cans between me and the wall. i have a huge bruise from my hip to my calf on my right side for a month, and bruise in the shape of his giant hands underneath each armpit and my chest.
he grabs my by my neck and pins me against the wall and proceeds to punch me in the head. i figure i am dead now, so i did the manly thing tried to poke him in the eyes. i missed my target and ended up putting my thumb all the way up to my knuckle in his nose. this got him off off of me and allowed me to get behind him and get a choke hold. i got him down and by this time i was in crazy retard strength mode and i was intent on killing him.
now the cops and the rest of my crew finally arrive…after i have been taking a severe ass-kicking for the vast majority of this conflict. they have to pull me off of him, they have a hard time getting me to let go…to the point the cops were going to mace me. the cops arrest him and thats that.
well, weeks later i found out that the charges on him were dropped, as you cant throw a starting football player in jail in that town.
oh well…[/quote]
had me in tears at 2 o’clock in the morning
Before this topic is forgotten, I give you some short stories of my last week.
I worked tour security for 3 concerts of someone I can t mention.
Often that means I work backstage, because besides being able to provide security where it is essential, somehow I am thought to get along with all the crazy important and wanna be important people floating around there.
In this case I ve worked backstage most of the time and although I would like to share some stories (talking about it helps is what they say) I won t because that would be a breach of trust towards my employers.
What I can say generally and what was true here as well is that there are always a few persons who do not carry their backstage passes, because
they didn t get any,
left them in the car, the hotel, the room of some hooker, the liquor store they robbed last night
consider themselves way too important
Nevertheless some guy whose function you often don t even know will usually come up to you within the first 5 mins and tell you to nver let anyone in without this or that.
30 mins later someone will try to get in without said this or that and say “random name said it s ok to let me in” or “I am the head of random part of the team and I have to get in immediately”
Organisation backstage is a four letter word most of the time and it s your job to handle the problems arising from it, to figure out who can go where and how to deal with them.
Sometimes the guy you d have to physically restrain from going in is the same guy who will hire security for the next tour.
If anyone of you wants to get backstage and wank in the dressing room of the pussy cat dlls or who ever you prefer, my advice is to just walk in the concert hall with a head set dressed like an idiot and claim you own the place and can get anyone fired.
Throw in a few names of influencial people involved (research if needed) and your almost there.
As annoying as it was, the tour was only the aperitif for the concentrated, dried up shit which followed Friday.
The Mayday
http://www.nature-one.de/events/mayday/index.html?/events/mayday/deutsch/_fotos2010.htm
Almost 30000 people, 3 large halls, a few hundred security guards and Ken in the main entrance and exit area.
Imagine anything you could experience at the door of a club for house and electronic music squeezed into 15h.
People trying to bribe their way in (could have made a fortune) to sneak their way in, to discuss their way in, violence, stupid arguments, guidos (http://www.nature-one.de/events/mayday/index.html?/events/mayday/deutsch/_fotos2010.htm), drug abuse, dancers, hostesses, tits, a lot of tits.
You d say it s alright to work there because of the tits but with 30000 people, about 5% hot girls and their tits walking past you, flirting with you and ocassionaly, with only the best of intentions, rubbing their butt on you, you get tired of them.
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First I enjoyed it but after 8h I was even bored of them.
I am still puzzled that despite there beeing 25000 to 30000, I was asked about 40000 times whether the big 10 doors with exit written in large letters above were the exit doors.
My answers varied from “of course” when I was still in a good mood to “why do you people keep asking me these stupid questions?”
Then there was this Italian guy, I call him Luigi, who did not buy any wristband inside (which serves as a proof that you are a paying guest) and therefore was denied re entrance to the event.
Luigi was about 5 feet in height and weighed as much as 2 large pizzas.
But he compensated for it in persistence and tenacity.
I found him ducky and I was bored so I listened to his crap for a while.
He tried and tried and finnaly was desperate enough to choose the often used but never working strategy of having his jacket in the wardrobe.
So I asked for the according ticket which he allegedly gave to his friends (who are inside of course).
I suggested he d call them but he didn t have any mobile.
I told him to wait until the event is finished but he was feeling to cold now and needed his jacket.
I advised him to come back tomorrow but he d take a plane to Poland and didn t have time (In retrospective I should have asked him what the fuck he wanted in Poland).
I asked why he gave the ticket to them and he said he doesn t like to carry so much.
I told him to go fuck himself and shoved him away.
“Don t push me cos I can push you just like that. German nazi.”
He started to rant about Germans, trying to guilt me about the wars and followed with insults in German fragments, the most funny shit I ve heard that evening.
After I ve put on my leather gloves grabbed him by the neck and made it clear he shouldn t try his luck with me anymore, I even saw him trying to convince a co worker.
You can say all you want about him but this persistent motherfucker had a tough work ethic.
He clearly refuted the prejudice of the lazy Italians.
[quote]ritch1 wrote:
End of the night, this girl is puking outside. Were closed. Stupid bi**h is knocking and knocking on the door. "My friend needs water and paper towels." What am I the fuc**n* red cross? Theres a friggen corner store open 24 hours up the street, you`ll get your supplies much faster there than standing here doing your little dance.
Oh I`m so mean… [/quote]
Are you married or something, seems like you have a lot of opportunities to get some action every single night.
[quote]Gettnitdone wrote:
[quote]ritch1 wrote:
End of the night, this girl is puking outside. Were closed. Stupid bi**h is knocking and knocking on the door. "My friend needs water and paper towels." What am I the fuc**n* red cross? Theres a friggen corner store open 24 hours up the street, you`ll get your supplies much faster there than standing here doing your little dance.
Oh I`m so mean… [/quote]
Are you married or something, seems like you have a lot of opportunities to get some action every single night.[/quote]
and a lotta opportunities to get your dick sick… didn’t u read his post about the stanky bitch???
[quote]Ken St.Mich wrote:
…
The Mayday
http://www.nature-one.de/events/mayday/index.html?/events/mayday/deutsch/_fotos2010.htm
…
[/quote]
wow that is not the Mayday I grew up with… in Cuba MayDay was a military parade. LOL!
Don’t want to side track the thread but do you guys have any tips on bouncing? I’m thinking about getting into it while I go to school full time. (I need a flexible schedule)
[quote]Soulja874 wrote:
Don’t want to side track the thread but do you guys have any tips on bouncing? I’m thinking about getting into it while I go to school full time. (I need a flexible schedule)[/quote]
Call the local bars, go to said bars during the day talk to the people and see if they’re hiring. Getting a doorman job is pretty easy all you have to do is ask.
how to be a bouncer:
1.) be an asshole.
2.) stand next to a door.