Work Saturday night was interesting. I was called over by a fellow dancer to go to vip with a group. They wanted girls that looked like her (tall, thin, brunette), so she summoned me and another girl. The guys had just gotten back from a wedding, and I somehow got stuck with the groom. That’s right, he was at the strip club on his wedding night. Where the bride was, I have no idea…
Anyways, we get back to the room and things start to get (more) depressing. My guy keeps trying to finger me, and I finally tell him the pussy is off limits. Then they decide to renew and my guy complains a bit, saying, “but my girl won’t even let me touch her pussy.” This is awkward enough as it is, but it’s even worse because one of the girls is letting her customer finger her in clear view of everyone else. So she sits there looking sheepish and everyone is just waiting for the waitress to say something and end the moment.
When that hour is finally up they consider renewing again, but I tell my customer that I think I’m going to head out early.
Not really a horrible night, but I still don’t understand why the groom was there on the night of his wedding. Working at the club definitely makes the idea of marrying a man somewhat repulsive to me.
In more lighthearted news, I went out on Thursday and got sufficiently drunk. When I woke up Friday morning to go to class I was still drunk and feeling sick so I took another shot (or two). By the time I got to class and started taking my quiz I was fairly wasted. Can’t wait to see how that turned out.
After my quiz I was supposed to meet up with ga tech kid and tell him things weren’t working out. I did meet with him, but chickened out…so we ended up going out for Mexican and drinking margaritas.
I suck.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Let's make a deal
Last night I did a ton of cocaine and got paid very well for it. Normally when I partake in the ingestion of coke, I do a few bumps or a line or two, last night I probably did ~ 6 lines. Granted they were small lines, but still, probably too much.
I was sitting with a regular of mine when another customer whom he’s acquainted with calls him over. My customer does mergers and acquisitions, and apparently this guy is looking to sell his business. This man comes in the club a lot, and it’s widely known that he has tons of money and does copious amounts of coke. I’ve never been one of his girls, though.
In some sort of business deal/bonding attempt, he invites my customer and myself to the vip room with him and his girls.
This was early in the night, and I hadn’t been drinking much, so that was nice.
We get up to the room and right away the guy hands my customer a baggie of coke. Ahh, business is so cute. My customer is surprised that I occasionally partake in using; I guess I don’t seem the type. The coke is pretty high quality, and I did so much that the rest of the night was spent trying to recover. Coke always makes my mouth sooooo dry.
The girls were surprisingly clean; I think everyone was more focused on drugs than sex at this point. There was one shooter girl who was letting us take her test tube shots out of her pussy. Not that bad, except for the person who has to touch the shot tubes before cleaning them at the end of the night.
As much as I love it, I always feel so shitty and depressed a few hours after it wears off.
I was sitting with a regular of mine when another customer whom he’s acquainted with calls him over. My customer does mergers and acquisitions, and apparently this guy is looking to sell his business. This man comes in the club a lot, and it’s widely known that he has tons of money and does copious amounts of coke. I’ve never been one of his girls, though.
In some sort of business deal/bonding attempt, he invites my customer and myself to the vip room with him and his girls.
This was early in the night, and I hadn’t been drinking much, so that was nice.
We get up to the room and right away the guy hands my customer a baggie of coke. Ahh, business is so cute. My customer is surprised that I occasionally partake in using; I guess I don’t seem the type. The coke is pretty high quality, and I did so much that the rest of the night was spent trying to recover. Coke always makes my mouth sooooo dry.
The girls were surprisingly clean; I think everyone was more focused on drugs than sex at this point. There was one shooter girl who was letting us take her test tube shots out of her pussy. Not that bad, except for the person who has to touch the shot tubes before cleaning them at the end of the night.
As much as I love it, I always feel so shitty and depressed a few hours after it wears off.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
You just don't get it
So, I'm working on breaking things off with ga tech kid. By working on, I mean ignoring him until I come up with a good way to say "I have no interest in hanging out with you anymore, not as friends and not as sex partners."
I've realized that there's just no chemistry there. We have a completely different sense of humor (I'm not actually sure he has one at all). We'll be out with my friends, who joke around a lot, and you can tell he's just not 'getting' it. He takes everything so literally. I suppose it has to do with how he was raised, mostly.
There's also the fact that he has no money. If I'm going to be with a broke motherfucker, he better at least have an interesting personality. Meh. The whole thing is just meh. At least it's only been 3 months or so-not too much time wasted.
Work has been incredibly boring lately, due to me not drinking.
Two of my friends just joined match.com, so I can't wait 'til they start going on dates. I can date vicariously through them, since I don't really seem to be that interested or cut out for relationships.
I've realized that there's just no chemistry there. We have a completely different sense of humor (I'm not actually sure he has one at all). We'll be out with my friends, who joke around a lot, and you can tell he's just not 'getting' it. He takes everything so literally. I suppose it has to do with how he was raised, mostly.
There's also the fact that he has no money. If I'm going to be with a broke motherfucker, he better at least have an interesting personality. Meh. The whole thing is just meh. At least it's only been 3 months or so-not too much time wasted.
Work has been incredibly boring lately, due to me not drinking.
Two of my friends just joined match.com, so I can't wait 'til they start going on dates. I can date vicariously through them, since I don't really seem to be that interested or cut out for relationships.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
slow typing ahead
Keyboard is still broken. I'm probably going to buy a new one this weekend.
I worked sat and sun. Of course a million people had to come up to me and remind me of how drunk I was two weeks ago. No shit, I was there for that.
I finally had the balls to talk with the bouncer and let him know our relationship wasn't going to happen. I told him it was because i had met someone, but the truth is I don't want to date someone I work with.
That's all i can manage to type with this on-screen keyboard.
I worked sat and sun. Of course a million people had to come up to me and remind me of how drunk I was two weeks ago. No shit, I was there for that.
I finally had the balls to talk with the bouncer and let him know our relationship wasn't going to happen. I told him it was because i had met someone, but the truth is I don't want to date someone I work with.
That's all i can manage to type with this on-screen keyboard.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
fuck water
Some retard spilled water on my keyboard (not me for once) and a bunch of keys aren't working. I've been using my on-screen keyboard, but it takes forever, so until i get things fixed I'm not going to have the patience to post.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
I suck.
Thursday night was nothing short of a disaster.
I had drastically cut down on my drinking for the past month and a half. I've gone from drinking quite a bit nearly every night to drinking once a week, tops.
I had a feeling I'd get drunk on Thursday but it wasn't a big deal because my friend was working and she'd give me a ride.
As soon as I get out on the floor a customer of mine who is notorious for buying drinks calls me over. Then the shots begin. Apparently my club is no longer carrying stoli o, my drink of choice, so I was forced to drink ketel o. This is nearly a reason a quit altogether.
Four shots down. I'm feeling pretty buzzed, but not too bad. I decide to move on and try and make some money. I track down my friend, who's sitting with a customer that we're both familiar with. He's a really cool guy-adorably awkward.
A round of shots is ordered. Then another round...
This guy does go to vip, and he goes for a hours at a time. Somehow my friend and I convince him to take us both to vip. I remember nothing beyond this point, so the rest of the story is what I've managed to piece together using what witnesses have told me.
We get to the back room and decide to do one more shot. My friend and I ordered our shots as water shots but the customer switched mine with his and I ended up getting vodka-again.
Then, with all the charm and poise I can muster, I vomit on the vip bench next to my customer. This clues my friend and the customer into the fact that I am not feeling very well due to alcohol consumption. I am then escorted out of the room and back to the dressing room by my lovely bouncers. I spend the remainder (4 hours) of the night slumped over in a chair by the trashcan in the dressing room.
Towards the end of the night as I am starting to regain consciousness, my friend walks back into the dressing room with a mouthfull of blood and a shattered tooth.
"I fell and smashed my face into the floor," she says in a nonplussed way. Her thumb also appears to be broken and is swollen to twice its normal size.
The house mom is having a bit of a rough night at this point-with me as a pukey drunk and my friend with her bashed up face. I give mom the money to tip out and tip her extra (luckily I had money from my vip in the office), while my friend does the same. She was in vip all night and made over a grand. Too bad that's going to go towards fixing her mouth.
We get a cab ride back to her place and I pass out on her couch. Except I don't pass out-I remain awake. I decide to text ga tech kid, but get no response. Annoyed by the lack of response from him, I make the mistake of texting the ex, and of course get an immediate response. We have a text conversation that goes on for about an hour...I'm still not sure what to make of it.
The next morning I feel absolutely terrible and we start to deal with the aftermath. Blah.
I'm not working tonight because I'm going to a going away party for a customer of mine.
I'm embarrassed to go back to work. At the beginning of the night on thursday, the house mom made an announcement specifically asking us to puke in the bathroom if we had to puke. I guess there was a lot of puking all over the place wednesday night. Of course I had to the be the one of fuck that shit up.
It doesn't help that I get two texts from customers this morning informing me that they heard I had a rough night on Thursday, and they hope I feel better.
I'm supposed to be hanging out with ga tech kid tomorrow. I wish I liked him more.
I had drastically cut down on my drinking for the past month and a half. I've gone from drinking quite a bit nearly every night to drinking once a week, tops.
I had a feeling I'd get drunk on Thursday but it wasn't a big deal because my friend was working and she'd give me a ride.
As soon as I get out on the floor a customer of mine who is notorious for buying drinks calls me over. Then the shots begin. Apparently my club is no longer carrying stoli o, my drink of choice, so I was forced to drink ketel o. This is nearly a reason a quit altogether.
Four shots down. I'm feeling pretty buzzed, but not too bad. I decide to move on and try and make some money. I track down my friend, who's sitting with a customer that we're both familiar with. He's a really cool guy-adorably awkward.
A round of shots is ordered. Then another round...
This guy does go to vip, and he goes for a hours at a time. Somehow my friend and I convince him to take us both to vip. I remember nothing beyond this point, so the rest of the story is what I've managed to piece together using what witnesses have told me.
We get to the back room and decide to do one more shot. My friend and I ordered our shots as water shots but the customer switched mine with his and I ended up getting vodka-again.
Then, with all the charm and poise I can muster, I vomit on the vip bench next to my customer. This clues my friend and the customer into the fact that I am not feeling very well due to alcohol consumption. I am then escorted out of the room and back to the dressing room by my lovely bouncers. I spend the remainder (4 hours) of the night slumped over in a chair by the trashcan in the dressing room.
Towards the end of the night as I am starting to regain consciousness, my friend walks back into the dressing room with a mouthfull of blood and a shattered tooth.
"I fell and smashed my face into the floor," she says in a nonplussed way. Her thumb also appears to be broken and is swollen to twice its normal size.
The house mom is having a bit of a rough night at this point-with me as a pukey drunk and my friend with her bashed up face. I give mom the money to tip out and tip her extra (luckily I had money from my vip in the office), while my friend does the same. She was in vip all night and made over a grand. Too bad that's going to go towards fixing her mouth.
We get a cab ride back to her place and I pass out on her couch. Except I don't pass out-I remain awake. I decide to text ga tech kid, but get no response. Annoyed by the lack of response from him, I make the mistake of texting the ex, and of course get an immediate response. We have a text conversation that goes on for about an hour...I'm still not sure what to make of it.
The next morning I feel absolutely terrible and we start to deal with the aftermath. Blah.
I'm not working tonight because I'm going to a going away party for a customer of mine.
I'm embarrassed to go back to work. At the beginning of the night on thursday, the house mom made an announcement specifically asking us to puke in the bathroom if we had to puke. I guess there was a lot of puking all over the place wednesday night. Of course I had to the be the one of fuck that shit up.
It doesn't help that I get two texts from customers this morning informing me that they heard I had a rough night on Thursday, and they hope I feel better.
I'm supposed to be hanging out with ga tech kid tomorrow. I wish I liked him more.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
vodka + mario kart
Man I haven't been working AT ALL lately. heh.
Tomorrow and Friday are going to be the only days I work this week. I would work Saturday but I have to go to a going away party...for one of my customers.
Little asian man is throwing the party for my customer who's going to singapore soon. A few other girls from the club are going...it shouldn't be too bad. Probably not getting paid, though.
One of my ex roommates went to my club with a friend of his on Monday. I wasn't working, but I had given him a bunch of free entry passes (no cover!) and I guess he wanted to use them. I can't see him at a strip club.
I've been ignoring the bouncer, which is going to end up awkward when I eventually decide to work a night that he works. I really just think that dating him would be a terrible idea.
Not to mention ga tech kid sprung the idea of exclusiveness on me the other night. Whatever. My sex drive is pretty non-existent, so I doubt that I'll be sleeping with anyone else soon, but if I see or meet someone I want to fuck, I'm going to do so, exclusivity be damned. I'm kind of a hypocrite in that regard. I tend to be pretty jealous/possessive, but don't exactly practice what I preach.
I just went and picked up a bottle of delicious, delicious vodka. It will be extra nice since I haven't been drinking much for the past month or so.
Time to play some mario kart drinking games.
Tomorrow and Friday are going to be the only days I work this week. I would work Saturday but I have to go to a going away party...for one of my customers.
Little asian man is throwing the party for my customer who's going to singapore soon. A few other girls from the club are going...it shouldn't be too bad. Probably not getting paid, though.
One of my ex roommates went to my club with a friend of his on Monday. I wasn't working, but I had given him a bunch of free entry passes (no cover!) and I guess he wanted to use them. I can't see him at a strip club.
I've been ignoring the bouncer, which is going to end up awkward when I eventually decide to work a night that he works. I really just think that dating him would be a terrible idea.
Not to mention ga tech kid sprung the idea of exclusiveness on me the other night. Whatever. My sex drive is pretty non-existent, so I doubt that I'll be sleeping with anyone else soon, but if I see or meet someone I want to fuck, I'm going to do so, exclusivity be damned. I'm kind of a hypocrite in that regard. I tend to be pretty jealous/possessive, but don't exactly practice what I preach.
I just went and picked up a bottle of delicious, delicious vodka. It will be extra nice since I haven't been drinking much for the past month or so.
Time to play some mario kart drinking games.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
not much going on
December was a lazy month for me. I'm getting back on top of shit now that it's January.
New Year's eve was alright. Like always my original plans fell through with my 'best' friend, so I spent the evening with my summer roommates and ga tech kid.
Because I haven't been working, I also haven't been drinking. I'm not sure if this has had any effect on me, as it still took a lot of alcohol for me to get drunk last night. I also did a bit of coke with ga tech kid and this other guy. Way to start off the new year.
I find myself not really liking ga tech kid. I mean, I like the company, but the person who provides it is interchangeable. I always feel like I'm acting when I'm around others. Especially men. I start to play this role-a very specific role-that isn't really me. I guess it is me, since I act that way in those moments, but it's not...genuine. I can't even really explain it.
I also feel like I might be a pathological cheater when it comes to relationships. It's not that I have a particularly high sex drive, or am attracted to many people, but as soon as someone I'm dating wants to be exclusive, I get the urge to cheat. Just to do it. I dunno.
I'm considering trying women. Not just for sex, but dating too.
I think I'm going down to biloxi with some friends in the near future so that will be a blast.
New Year's eve was alright. Like always my original plans fell through with my 'best' friend, so I spent the evening with my summer roommates and ga tech kid.
Because I haven't been working, I also haven't been drinking. I'm not sure if this has had any effect on me, as it still took a lot of alcohol for me to get drunk last night. I also did a bit of coke with ga tech kid and this other guy. Way to start off the new year.
I find myself not really liking ga tech kid. I mean, I like the company, but the person who provides it is interchangeable. I always feel like I'm acting when I'm around others. Especially men. I start to play this role-a very specific role-that isn't really me. I guess it is me, since I act that way in those moments, but it's not...genuine. I can't even really explain it.
I also feel like I might be a pathological cheater when it comes to relationships. It's not that I have a particularly high sex drive, or am attracted to many people, but as soon as someone I'm dating wants to be exclusive, I get the urge to cheat. Just to do it. I dunno.
I'm considering trying women. Not just for sex, but dating too.
I think I'm going down to biloxi with some friends in the near future so that will be a blast.
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