‘Cause I’ll be Dancin’

At over 22 million views on Youtube.com, Lady Gaga’s newest music video, Telephone, is getting all sorts of feedback. Some find it fascinating, some find it appalling. But the real focus is what it represents. No one needs to understand the reason for the cans in Lady Gaga’s Coke-head hair-do. It’s pop! There is no single answer.

Just like fashion or art, it’s is a persons own ideas that make up a piece of work. Don’t ask why there are product plugs. She’s funding her entire tour from her own pocket.

I think the video is her interpretation of self-expression. It may seem weird, but imagine if you could freely express yourself. Do you think anyone would find your interpretation ‘normal’?

Then again, I have only become a serious fan about 3 months ago. I won’t know much until I get the chance to experience her in concert. But whatever, that video is some seriously impressive shit! It’s like looking into the mind of Gaga!

So, when are you coming to Las Vegas, Lady Gaga?

Per her website it seems she will be here in August. The 13th at the MGM Grand. Tickets have NOT gone on sale yet, however and rumor has it, they will be pret-ty pricey! Let’s hope not!

Surprisingly, the douchebaggary is nation wide

…and I thought I could escape it. Nope! Even in Nevada, douchebags come in the same shapes and sizes as they did in Texas.

So, I’m at this bar enjoying a cocktail while watching the t.v. and sloughing off the days responsibilities. A guy, with more cliché tattoos than brain cells and his hat on sideways (not a good look!), comes to stand uncomfortably close to me and stares at me until I can feel the heat of his mindless stare and forcing me to look. I look back at him, curious what sludge this guy is going to spill from his mouth, and he says to me the thing I hate the most! He tells me to “smile.” Really!!! This is the most asinine comment I have ever heard anyone say!

You may not understand right away why this bugs me so much so let me explain…

When I go into a bar I am not there to shine my glossy pearly whites to the entire crowd. I am not there to impress every guy who walks through the door. Plus, what in the hell is going on in this guys head that makes him think he just came up with an original come on?!? I don’t get a lot of guys approaching me, maybe  2 or 3 in a night, but this is not an original comment, dude! And it’s not even cute! This simple approach of guys is an instant giveaway. Whatever this guy is thinking, it doesn’t matter because I can already deduce from that comment  that he is;

  1. unintelligent
  2. socially clueless
  3. obviously lacks any self-awareness
  4. NOT clever which makes him very un-funny and eventually, annoying
  5. NOT my type of person at all, so go away…
  6. A douchebag

What is it with these guys. My initial instinct is to die in laughter but that would be socially unacceptable of course, so what should I do?

I come up with something even more clever to say ( not very hard) which not only excuses me from the conversation and keeps the douchebag from communicating with me further, but it also allows the douchebag to become self-aware that he, in fact, is an ass-clown.

“Hey, thanks! I see now, that I did forget to smile. You are so helpful! Oh, but before I do, do you mind if I take a sip of my cocktail? It’s really hard to drink with no lips.”

This type of response will elicit a “bitch” from the douchebag, but don’t worry. This isn’t the type of guy that will ever affect how anyone else perceives you…everyone knows he is a douchebag. People are typically his friend only because of superficial reasons like he pays for drinks or is a source of amusement when he gets drunk. So don’t worry about anything that comes out of his mouth. It is usually wrong.

My technique serves many purposes and are indicative of my psychology background. I am only trying to help the douchebags out there! We cannot discriminate against them otherwise they will never get better, or worse, could form organizations!! Instead, we can all work together to show the douchebags in this country that we understand their ineptitude, we are compassionate for their lack of self-esteem and lack of identity.

Try this technique next time you are in your comfort zone and a strange guy walks up to you and says; “Hey, you look sad. Is it your boyfriend? Do you want to talk about it?”

In writing this post I had to get a clearer meaning on what douchabag really meant. I wrote this whole article with a theme in mind but am I using it in the correct way?

Then, I invested a little time in researching the meaning of other favorite words like tool, asshat and its derivative asshattery, assclown, and toolshed. Thanks to urban dictionary, I think I have a better understanding of what I really am calling people.

A douchebag is a person who has an over-inflated sense of self-worth, compounded by a low-level of intelligence, behaving ridiculously in front of colleagues with no sense of how moronic he appears. “Your boss is a real douchebag!”

Now a tool, used almost synonymously with douchebag, is actually quite different. A tool is a person who, like douchebag, has no idea they are a tool, they try too hard resulting in being dubbed a poser, and gets used by others. What separates these two adjectives is that a tool never fits in and displays his toolism to the entire room. “Let’s go to that bar with all the tools, the music sucks but they get us free drinks and I’m broke.”

Asshat. This little gem doesn’t get used enough! Some of my favorite definitions are;

  1. One who has their head up their ass. Thus wearing their ass as a hat.
  2. A person, of either gender, whose behavior displays such ignorance/obnoxiousness that you would like to make them wear their own ass as a hat.
  3. a unit vector in the ass direction.

“Hey asshat, thanks for double parking.”

And asshattery. Asshattery is a verb and is used to describe the acts of one or more asshats. “I demand that all of you stop this asshattery at once!”

Assclown. one, who, through the fault of his parents conception, is a skid mark in society’s collective underwear. “Chris Brown is an ass-clown.”

Toolshed. This is a new one for me but I discovered it while perusing the internets: Toolshed is a giant douchebag, that uses money to make himself look cool. Mainly, however, it is a kid who tries to be something he is not. “Let’s leave this place, it’s a damn toolshed in here!”

Overcoming the b.s. of beginner’s luck…

The first time I ever gambled at a Las Vegas casino, I doubled my money with only $50, a $5 minimum roulette wheel, and a bit of beginner’s luck.  This was my first time in Las Vegas, my first casino, my first bet…my first time. First times are always a blast!

But to the detriment of my bank account, I thought I had it all figured out. I had a system. My system… read the numbers and bet on odds. If three blacks hit in a row, well then, bet on red. Easy!

Not hardly.

My second time playing roulette I lost everything. Then, thinking my system was still flawless, I pulled out more money hoping to make my money backand then some and guess what, big surprise, I lost my ass on that too.

The Fremont Experience

I tried to convince myself that it was all part of a good time but that loss hurt me bad! Not so much the money, but the fact that I lost to the house, they have my money, and I had to wait 30 minutes for my drink! (Cocktails in Vegas are slow by the way!)

Being in the hole a good $100, I vowed not to play roulette again… But that’s all I know how to play! So, my friend tells me “Don’t be a dummy! You have no business walking into the fancy casinos and throwing your pathetic $100 around! Go to Fremont Street, and put your ass at a $2.00 or ¢.50 tables.” This guy knows his stuff about 60% of the time, so I had to take his advice.

Fremont Street. Located downtown and is the old part of Vegas. Beware of seedy folks, cheesy entertainment, and the smell of old. We parked in the shady El Cortez casino parking garage at Fremont and 6th then strutted over to the old strip. We sifted through the various casinos, grabbing cheap drinks that were 80% alcohol from flare bartenders (only $4!), and avoiding the drunk middle-aged, and various “circus” characters. Lots and lots of options, but where were the cheap tables my friend spoke of? In and out of identical casinos we ran out of options except one Fitzgerald’s. OK friend, this is your last shot. And there it was, everything I needed in a table: a wheel, a cocktail, and ¢.50 chips, fabulous!

With a little artificial courage and $20 each, we sit down ready to have a little fun. The people were relaxed and casual wearing plastic beads around their necks and sandals on their feet. Not like the glossy people on the Vegas strip, this was smooth and comfortable. Everyone playing for fun… and maybe to win a few bucks.

An hour later and lots of fun, I walked away with $80! I still used my old system, but this time the minimum bet was $2 so the loss was not as painful.

So, what is my idea of a great night out? Free drinks, but going out, getting free drinks AND going home with more money than I had, that is divine!

There is a change in the air…

I love moving to a new city and being encapsulated by beauty. The mountain ranges of Las Vegas and the Cherry Blossoms that dominate the walkways.

Who new Vegas had beauty outside of the strip? Shiny flashy glowy expensive. I’m in Vegas, dead broke and each day I experience something new. Some beautiful realization wonders its way into my senses.

These things build a trust for this city. A warm cozy feeling that the loneliness and uncertainty tried to hide from me.

This place is beautiful. Did I mention that, yet? I feel inspired and beyond the four white walls that bond me, I can hear an opportunity knocking. I can feel a shift from left to right, my vision changes with that shift and I am embracing the emergence of a creative self. There will always be the other side if in case this one doesn’t provide. Independence is a hard animal to catch, but keep pursuing and the hunter will always catch the game.

Now to update my blog. No longer am I an Austinite, I am a Las Vegan and now I have a new playground to fall in love with.

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