Just Past 40,000 Words!!

Hey everyone! Just past 40,000 words tonight, and tomorrow I am off to Ang's cottage, where I will have no internet access at all, or cell reception! Eek. How I will manage to write without google is anyone's guess. I'm sure I'll just plagiarize directly from a magazine or something.
Can't WAIT to be done.
Here is an excerpt that I wrote yesterday. Everything I wrote today is stupid, uninteresting, and trite.
Back to Jackie's Place...
"It was a rowdy night at Jackie’s Place, even by its normal raucous standard. The semi-annual poker tournament was well underway, and Jackie was also playing host to the bi-weekly meeting of Fanilows 4EVA, a group of Barry Manilow superfans. The Fanilows were not interacting well with the Aerosmith cover band fans who were pumping their fists as their favourite tribute band, Broken Aero, belted out the Aerosmith classics. For a moment, Jackie thought he was going to have to get his taser out (it was rumoured that he had nicknamed it ‘Lucky’) to take care of some of the more vocal Fanilows, who demonstrated their unhappiness with the song selection by singing the lyrics to Mandy when Broken Aero broke into one of their best-loved classics from the 90s, Cryin’. The Fanilows and the Broken Aero fans were appeased though when the Steven Tyler look alike invited the Barry Manilow look alike onto the stage to sing Dream On as a duet, a la Matthew Morrison/Neil Patrick Harris.

Gordon could be overheard describing the party atmosphere at Jackie’s Place as ‘a real corker’. No one was sure what that meant, but no one wanted to ask for clarification, lest Gordon launch into some sort of explanation, that no one doubted would be pretentious, inexplicable, and otherwise untenable. Jackie, who was at the bar, ignoring customers and working on a list of rules, added “Rule #9: No use of the term ‘real corker’ at any time”. He had yet to post these rules... he wanted to make sure that they were complete before he put them up. He had learned the hard way that handwritten signs, once posted, took on a life of their own (see “This Ain’t The Hilton” for reference). He had added and since removed “No persons currently or historically involved in the department of Social and Political Thought at York University, either as graduate students or faculty members”.
Jackie would soon regret his decision to not post the rules, when rule #1 on his list: No police, was violated by the man who entered the bar. His hair was short, very dark, and messy, as though he had been running his hands through his hair. His face was tanned, making his blue eyes stand out in a most appealing manner. It looked like he normally wore sunglasses, probably something hopelessly uncool, because there were tell tale areas around his eyes and in a line toward his ear that were of a lighter colour. All of these things made Jackie think that he was a cop, but the dead giveaway was the khaki cop uniform he was wearing, DILF brand of course. Jackie didn’t know that Jackson preferred the dark uniform, but that his vomit covered dark trousers were still in the trunk of the car, where he had left them the day Prudence left town.
Jackie was irritated that a cop had entered the bar, but blamed himself, after all, he hadn’t posted the no cop rule, yet. An oversight on his part that wouldn’t be repeated. Half of the Aerosmith cover band, upon spotting the interloper, dropped their instruments where they were, and left the stage. The fake Steven Tyler was among them, leaving the microphone stand empty and somehow lonely looking on the stage. The magenta scarf that adorned the microphone stand leant a poignancy to the scene that was unintentionally beautiful. Three quarters of the poker players also cleared out, leaving the bar mostly filled with Fanilows who had apparently never broken any laws other than the ones dictating good taste. Jackie sighed and turned up the music to fill the sudden silence in the bar. Dance Mix 2001 was currently in the cd player, one of Jackie’s favourites."