BURBANK, CA – Hey Cocksucker! You know who you are [put your hand down Jason McCain]. I’m talkin’ about the fuck who lifted my credit card last night at Porn Star Karaoke and had the balls to USE it somewhere else.
Somehow in a pocket full of disorganization, broken corner business cards and excessive pocket lint, I dropped my credit card somewhere on the premises of Sardos Restaurant and Bar during a quiet evening of adult star singing.
The kicker is, it didn’t just fall on the floor or get stuck in-between the high class booth cushions inside Sardos, it landed ultimately in someone’s pocket who then decided that ‘doing the right thing’ was not their motto. Whoever this person is, took the damn card and used it to fill up their gas tank on their way home.
After checking my car a half-a-dozen times, then basically doing the hands and knees thing on the floor of Sardos for an hour, I decided that I DID lose my card and called the credit card company. While asking about my purchase history, the very nice operator informed me that a purchase was already made at a nearby Exxon Gas Station. When I informed her that this charge wasn’t from me, she noted the card as stolen and if it’s used again, the clerk who runs it will be instructed to call the police. The card company also agreed to get me a new card in time for Vegas, since that’s basically my life line while there. Good people over at Providian! [Thank you, sincerely]
To you who snagged it and didn’t turn it in to the bar personnel: From the bottom of my heart, you’re a scumbag, loser piece of shit who deserves nothing less then a good ass kicking! May you get in a horrible car accident [without injury], that causes major financial stress to your lifestyle.
Okay, I feel better now.
The party was tame as expected last night. Konnie of DVSX.com was there along with Gen Padova, Frankie LaRue, Rebecca Love, Ann Marie, Craven Moorehead, Chef Jeff with a new chick he’s courting [a serious Darien Ross Look-a-Like], Tod Hunter, Cytherea & Plus One, Gene Ross, Lani Kahlua, Daisy, Brooke Hunter, Don Hollywood, photographers Nippy and Beaner, Roy Karch, Jeff Conaway, myself and a surprise late night visit from Ryan and Summer Sweet [who insultingly accused Craven Moorehead of being Julian, later of being Jeremy Steele, only to have Ann Marie step in and say “Hey…watch that shit”].
I’ve never had the pleasure or lack there of, of any lengthy discussions with Mr. Steele, although the more I hear about him, the happier I am that we haven’t crossed paths. Even Quasarman hates this guy and I have a lot of respect for Quas after finding out he styles his hair with a “Flowbe.”
Although it wasn’t a mad house, it was a good time. Next week, Porn Star Karaoke basically will NOT exist due to the Vegas conventions but we’re going to go NUTS trying to bring it back to life mid-January.