Sunday night, I had the experience of working as a server for a 400-person Lesbian Black Power party. I have never seen so many lesbians in my life. Many were beautiful, educated, successful women. Although, there were a few that stuck out...
One woman, tall and broad shouldered, sported a brown leopard print moo-moo, a white afro, and 3 inch curled fake nails, painted green and blue. Some were dressed as men, others were dressed as slutty women, and others knew exactly how to dress their bodies to appear flattering and beautiful. Some had their hair short, but most wore dreds or cornrows. Many women were donning a bright neon green glow bracelet, signifying their "single" status. One in particular tried to grab me twice to come dance with her, as my arms are balancing trays of chicken wings and chicken tenders. Later, she saw me walk by, and asked with a smile, "what are you, like 10?" I replied, "no, I'm 24." "Oh, you're cute!" Not gonna lie, I blushed a little, and then went about my way, delivering cranberry juice to some non-drinkers (apparently non-tippers as well, btw). By the end of the night, the woman was sitting in a chair and as I walked by, grabbed me and asked me to sit on her lap, and then asked if I liked kissing.... I informed her I was flattered, but straight, and to that she replied, "Oh no you're not baby!" and wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my shoulders, and coaxing me to sit on her lap again. Holy Hell! I was trapped!!!! Honestly, these women were not good tippers- if they tipped at all. I should've said, "Give me a $20 and then we can talk." It was a rough night- I totally would have sat on her lap for $20. Does that make me a whore? No. That makes me a resourceful waitress. Flirt a little, no harm, no foul, get good tips, right?
Lesson of the day: Drunk lesbians- WAY more bold than drunk men.
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