I Got The Hook Up

I officially buried my razr this week.

I was getting out of the car with a pile of stuff in my hands and of course the only thing to fall onto the ground was my cell phone. It broke into two pieces, separating the neck from the body.

Oddly enough it still worked after that.

Well, up until the next night when I set it down on the couch next to me and then accidentally bumped it with my foot, knocking it onto the floor. Kind of similar to a power outage, it sizzled on and off a few times before completely shutting down.

So I sucked it up and went and bought a brand new phone, with no insurance and a no commitment plan. A painful $250 later, I upgraded. All the jobs I have and that one still hurt. I don't know why, it's not like I was buying drugs or some booty. It's just that the only thing I ever spend that much money on guilt free is shoes.

However, the next night at work I got a party of 30 guys who requested a female server (sexist much?). Two bottles of jager, three bottles of patron silver, fifteen jack n cokes, four car bombs, ten vodka sodas, 100 beers, one lap dance and a couple of hand jobs later, they tipped me out for my new cell phone. Score!