When I was still a practicing Catholic (I say "practicing" because I never got really good at it... you know, the whole "I-go-to-church-on-Sundays-so-that-gives-me-carté-blanche-to-be-a-raging-dickwad-towards-the-rest-of-humanity-the-other-six-days-of-the-week" thing) my little sister and I co-owned a concession stand at the Bingo games on Sunday Night at Our Lady Of Perpetual Help...

...except we always called it "Our Lady Of Perpetual Hell"...
...and we sold (among other things) coffee, tea, hot chocolate, ice, candy, crackers, cookies, stale donuts, burnt hot dogs and those hard little Werther's candies that crack your teeth (but the old ladies just loved them). My little sister and I loved working there every Sunday night because it meant we would have some money for the week, and it made us feel terribly grown up to be running our own little business (even though we made horribly strong coffee and we never cleaned the Hamilton Beach Toastee-Mate that we cooked our hot-dogs in, so it would catch fire about every third week and nearly burn the place down) and it taught us both how to talk (and gossip with) all the catty and loopy old ladies who played there (it's how I found out the head priest had the serious hots for my nubile 17-year-old jailbait ass, which made me feel a lot better about turning down his constant invitations to go swimming at the rectory). We never took our good fortune for granted, it was a fun little job and we didn't come home smelling like a giant french fry (we did, however, come home smelling like a giant Benson & Hedges Deluxe Ultra Light Menthol 100). On tonight's episode of Salon Takeover With Tabatha, we are introduced to a pair of similar bitches who have good fortune smiling down on them, and all they care about is Benson & Hedges Deluxe Ultra Light Menthol 100's. I hate 'em already, and I miss my bingo gig, and I miss my cigs... *sigh* let's go smoke 'em if you got 'em after the jump!...
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