Why is she cc?

Okay. So, you have read CC's posts. Let's get into why that is her nickname. She simply cannot find a man to fuck that does not have military experience.

Really. She likes it. But to her credit, the "incident" that happened in 114 on Monday, would have taken place whether or not he was an ex-Army guy. He just happened to tell me at the bar (yeah, we drink with guests, inside and outside of working hours) that he served the country (which made it even more likely that CC would be serving him later).

So, what does CC stand for? Camo Cunt, n. female that sleeps only with military men.

Yep. I came up with it. Feel free to use it. Just rememer, you read it here first.

(The pic is not anyone we know. But I am sure CC will run into him at some point.)

*Chase*

FLASHBACK: ULTIMATE MEAT

an oldie, but a goodie for sure.

a few months back i came up to the hotel to visit chase while he was working. one main reason i decided to come hang out that night was because he informed me of an exceptionally fuckable guy that was staying there that night. obviously i was in the car faster than you can say "inappropriate."

after a few hours of drinking and fending off sexual advances from the hot man's friend, we managed to sneak away and went to his room (215, in case you care.) he went to shower while i obviously went through some of his stuff. not in a creepy way, just curious. lol. finally he came out of the shower. in a towel. game on.

this guy was my type (or at least my type that month): midwestern, sweet, blue collar, says things like "yes ma'am" and "i reckon." im suprised i didnt undress myself in the lobby. so i was anxious to pull away the towel.

i did. and said (and i quote) "uhhhh are you fucking kidding me???...." i mentally gave him a nickname dedicated to a pizza we had ordered earlier -- ULTIMATE MEAT.

this was a good thing. a verrrrrry good thing. it was like christmas morning, but dirty. not kidding, i wasnt quite sure what to do with it. it was that huge. unfortunately, he must have been relying on size rather than skill all his life, because it was not good AT ALL. at one point there was an attempt at the missionary position that could only be described as a pornographic and awful game of leap frog. i considered faking an allergic reaction and bailing. but i was polite, faked it, and got dressed as quickly as i could.

so after sneaking past his friend/boss who was pounding on the door the entire time looking for us, we went down thru the lobby for an uncomfortable walk of shame in front of the night guy. i got in my car, laughed it off, and figured i was ok knowing that i never had to see him again.

he ended up staying an extra night. i worked the next day. awkward. i know, i know -- DONT SHIT WHERE YOU EAT. but it doesnt count for ultimate meat. and i still havent learned my lesson...

<3 CC

you're welcome, planet earth. i've arrived.

im not too sure why exactly its taken chase so long to throw my point of view into the mix, but thank god he did. my name is "CC" and i have a LOT to say.

i'll give you the basic rundown about me before we get to the good stuff -- ive been working at the now infamous pittsburgh area hotel for just under a year now, and met chase during my training. needless to say, its been quite the shit show since.

people are always amazed at the stories we have, and until now all you've been able to read about is just plain LAME SAUCE. between our own drunken rampages, police-related matters, and ordinary convos with low rent strippers, theres a story or two that we've been DYING to share. and now we can. =)

FOR THE RECORD: every single one of these stories are real. theres really no need to make up material when theres already so much to go off of. but no real names are going to be used. both for their protection and ours. we really are a bunch of degenerates.

ENJOY!!!
<3 CC

Meet cc

Well, now that I am no longer being graded for this, let's really talk. I had to keep it kind of tame when I started because it was linked to my college newspaper's Web site. And while the link is still up, no one reads it in the summer. Get ready to hear what really goes on here.


But wait, there's more. I am introducing a new blogger. She is my co-worker. She is my friend. She is the one who had the great left boob. She'll call her self "CC" and you be in love.

--chase

I Can Nod And Smile But Not Through Everything

It's happy hour.  I am at work.  I was just having a good conversation with a frequent guest.  I know he is a frequent guest because I see his name on the computer screen often.  But I have never said more than a quick "hi" to him before.

We were talking about international relations because CNN was on in the lobby.  All fine.  He actually worked throughout the Middle East in the 1990's. 

We somehow got on to our opinions about Palestinians and their treatment in Gaza and the West Bank.  Still, all was fine.

Then he made a a few negative comments about the Jewish people.  I let it slide.  I am at work, and he was drinking.  I am not Jewish, but I do not enjoy intolerance.

Then, he went off.  He made very anti-Semitic remarks.  Homophobic comments.  Anti-Arab comments.  All ending with the crescendo that the Holocaust happened because the Jews were "taking over" Germany at the time. (Oh, but he clarified that he did not agree with Hitler.)

I do realize that I have to watch what I say because guests are entitled to be stupid. I also am representing a company here. 

But I ended the conversation.  It disgusts me that people can be so intolerant.  Oh, and if you run into him and you are not wearing a uniform or otherwise working, let him know that "Arab" is not a religion.    

EWWW.

Remember, everyone we are always on camera.  It is a fact of modern day life.  From Wal-Mart to the bank and even on college campuses, Big Brother is watching.  We have a ton of hi-tech cameras all over the place.  And yes, we can zoom right in on you.

So, think before you act.  Or, think before you masturbate in the stairway of my hotel.  

Yes.  It happened.  On Saturday, I came to work out in our fitness center.  (Hey, it is cheaper than a gym membership and close to my home.)  

I was not working, but I was catching up with my friend who was working at the time.   We were behind the desk, by the camera screen and caught him in the act.

Now, to be fair, even If it is inexcusable, he was about 20 years old and with his basketball team.  So maybe he did not have enough private time.  But I could think of about 20 other private places he could have "used."  The stairway?  Not on the list.

Another hotel blog

USA Today launched this blog recently.  Check it out and let me know what you think.

It is a little more "inside-baseball," but there are interesting conversations going on there.