So why am I posting about it and not dancing? After working in the noise, I need a little peace. That and I've forgotten by phone and I am sure there are people I'll need to appologise to. Better for you to have gotten this from my journal than to not have gotten it at all.
I'm working the gates, which is interesting because it's a free event, I know it's free, visitors know it's free, but I have to put on my puppy dog face and beg them for money anyways. Most of the time it works, because I'm good. Guilt, it's a tool, and I'm an Italian. We know how to wield guilt like a weapon!
So, I'm giving out stickers, and there are lots of scantily clad guys and girls (and those who are in between) and many of them insist that I put the sticker on their nipples.
Now, I am a modest guy. I recoil at this because, well, it's just not modest. They I'm not body shy, I'm not a prude, I don't worry about cooties. I respect other peoples' boundaries. But they insist, and I must acquiesce. If it makes ya'll feel any better, I've touched more boy nipples than girl nipples. All in a days work.
Now, I'm off to get cheap food and return to the party.
