Salty

I don’t know when the Friday night crew at Ale changed, but I’m so glad it did.  It had to have been around late November when Charlii and I took about three weeks off.   The new guys are fun.  And they love us. 

 

 

Pikachu is still around (but isn’t up front with us most nights). Aladdin has quickly jumped to the top of our favorites list.  He’s hilarious… aside from the death stares he gives anytime we’re dancing with another guy.  There’s a little Asian guy who’s actually from Guam and then there’s Salty.

 

 

He’s been one of my favorites since I found him. 

 

And then one night, the Cupid Shuffle comes on and all of a sudden he’s rightbehind me with his hands on my waist.

 

It was one of our back2back weekends and on Saturday, he was there but wasn’t working.  He came up to us (black button up shirt black backwards hat- quite possibly my most favorite boy outfit of all times), kissed my cheek, gave us hugs, and introduced us to his friend.  After a few songs he put his hand on my waist and told me he’d be back later.

 

 

Towards the end of the night, he meanders back over with a margarita in hand.  We talk a bit and I see him fiddling with a chunk of salt on the side of his glass.  And I knew exactly where it was going and all I could think to myself was “Please be sugar. Please be sugar. Please be sugar.” He gets the chunk on his finger and holds it out for me to suck off. It definitely wasn’t sugar.  And it was a LARGE chunk of salt.  So I drank the rest of his margarita.  He invited us to the after party at his house that night, but we lost him and then got over it, so we just went home instead.

He’s been in Sac pretty much since then, so I haven’t seen him, but he gets back on the 13^th.  And we’ve talked all day every day since he’s been gone.