Bad day on the moon… Work sucks. Every time it seems like the bar is getting popular or is rocking and everyone is happy, someone or something comes along and tears that happygolucky feeling down. Today’s little roadbump of dissapointment was the insurance company dropping our policy due to an accident a couple months back. I feel somewhat involved because the accident was on my watch and the insurance company used the website I maintain for the bar as an excuse to cancel the policy. Now, I know it’s not my fault. There were similar “crisco arm wrestling” contests all last year before I showed up to do promo for the bar, so it was just a matter of time before something like a broken arm was going to happen on stage. Sheesh. And the website didn’t have anything explicit on it other than a few S/M demos with a slave tied up. Oh and the odd cock with marbles stuff into it, but other than that…nothing extremely dangerous like other bars that do stuff like mud wrestling or arm wrestling. I just feel like my work has been twisted around to nail the bar. So I do feel a bit responsible. You know? There are other rumours about why this is all happening (typical Gay Village chatter that accompanies bad news…just making it blow up to EXTREMELY bad news) and some of the staff are crying “discrimination against the leather community!” before all this can be sorted out by lawyers. Crap…this whole thing is pretty hard to explain as I only know what I was told to do…take down the bar’s website. my baby! My reason for getting up in the morning! My extra skim milk in my earl grey tea…my zuggarat!

If I look at this positively, I can say I now have a month to redesign the site. Sheesh.