and I thought that working on a friday night would suck

however, this particular friday night, as i volunteered myself to work turned out amusingly eventful. This friday I was completely and utterly bored at worked. It was a slow night, and literally, I got about 50 cents in my tip jar. I sat at the employee table, which isn't officially the employee table but its the closest to the work station and all the employees claim it at their shift. So I was sitting and reading up on Lazarus and something about the stress response when I see the party bus pull up across the street. The party bus in SF is very much like many party buses everywhere. Its a bus that goes around to many different bars in the city and it just so happens that the last stop is across the street, our very friendly tikki bar. It always amazed me why on earth this bus even comes here, a residential neighborhood. As the evening was winding down I got a call from my manager who was standing across the street waving to me. He just wanted me to wave back. I was more than eager to see him drunk across the street. As I was closing up these two russians in their late thirties, early forties come in.
In Russian:
Hi what's your name?
vica
My name is victor, doesn't that have a good ring to it?
ugh (weird awkward expression on my face)
Can I have your phone number?
no
blah blah blah can I have your phone number?
I'm seeing someone (I don;t know how to say boyfriend in russian)
but in the future when you are not seeing anyone I want to call you
i am very busy right now


thus i kept to my work and asked them to leave once the clock stroke the hour and forcefully locked the door behind them. So after work, Brett ( a coworker) and I headed over across the street to see our manager drunk. Sadly, he wasn't there any more, but our favorite bartender was, which made the night oh so much better. The place was more packed than I have ever seen it, and surprisingly Brett and I found 2 seats at the bar. Right away I hear my name, and who else but the annoying russian guy from an hour before.

EXHIBIT A
vica, would you like to have a drink with me?
thank you but i am with someone, and i point to my friend

So the night went on, vlad came with a friend. I called up Michael who also joined us and the place got even more packed once the second party bus arrived. I was surrounded by men. I don't know what happened to sick russian guy but he must of noticed me and my entourage and left. an hour or so later, for some reason it was just Michael and i sitting at a table. out of no where sick russian guy reappears. he spots me and sits down, without being invited to.

EXHIBIT B
would you like to have a drink
thank you but i am with someone (at which point i felt rude to not introduce him to michael)
this is michael (and with a complete loss of command of the russian language i say...) we live together. (but seriously, in russian i don't even think the word 'roommate' even exists. you either live at home or with your grandmother. That's just how it works)

at this point he is still not leaving me alone, but probably thinks i am a complete whore. he walks away.

EXHIBIT C
vlad comes and puts his arm around me.

yes, he definitely thinks im a prostitute.
oh and when i asked my favorite bartender to make me something strong and sweet, but not too sweet, i didn't think he'd take me seriously.