Good vibes, bad vibes give me some of that.

You've just arrived at the wedding party.

You're informed you have to start working the tables.

You pick the first one and 'open' it.

From then on it's an easy job. The other tables have seen you work and get applause so they want you there.

But that first one is something isn't it?

Tonite i opened like charm and got the applauses going on.

I went for table number two (there were like 30 tables) and kept rocking.

They invited me to the table, served some wine (it was a rather informal party so i had some wine while presitidigitating.. hehe...i usually don't drink and/or eat but this time i was thirsty man!!). Everything was going swimmingly.

I eject and go for the third.

This time the welcome was different.

The freak who was leading the table gave me this horrible welcome.

Sometimes you don't need words to communicate. Body language being 90% of communication,etc etc.

I felt the guy before approaching the table; i knew he was an orc, so i deliberately played it down a bit so i would not contrastate too much. Pool players call this 'playing under speed' ( ;) ).

I do my polite and sweet opener and this guy hits me back with some negative and stupid improvised answer which basically meant ' I don't want you here '. I doublecheck just in case and he says ' I SAID NO '.

Ack.

I ejected inmediately feeling like shit. This guy transformed me like magic! He did a color change on my mood!

He was a rather short and disgusting looking guy with an ugly face and an ugly vibe.

This poor soul felt very threatened by my presence. He just did not want to 'lose the wheel' to Mr. Magic. He and only he was allowed to do jokes on the table. The way he shut me down completely when i first arrived gave him away. He was trying to be funny but nothing but negative crap kept coming out of his mouth.

He made me feel like shit.

Luckily i'm not that idiot and by the 5th table i was happy again.

Then i met the same guy again in the balcony and some friend of his who was talking to me tried to 'fix us' but he only fed the fire with gasoline. This devil dwarf started bitching again. I said to him ' it's allright man '. But he would not shut-up. Fucking bastard.

'The Turk' as others called him must have had a hell of a night for each and every table i visited would only cheer and applaud during my stay.