Refreshing

My week-long hiatus from work came to an end on Wednesday. Things were definitely slow this week, maybe because this is the last week of grade school?

On Wednesday one of my easy regulars came in and did an hour. That was basically most of the money I made that night. I somehow kept my drinking to a minimum, even though I hadn't imbibed for a week. I'm trying to lose some of my tolerance for memorial day, so I can get nice a tipsy without too much effort. It's kind of sad how much thought I put into these things.

Last night was blah-tastic. One of my friends almost got fired for pouring juice on a guy-multiple times. In her defense, the motherfucker totally deserved it. First, he tried to slide a nickel between buttcheeks. Now, I guess this could be silly/funny if you have really strong rapport with the guy, but she didn't. Then he made the mistake of slipping a dime into her garter. She flipped the fuck out. She went to grab the carafe of cranberry juice that was on the table. Luckily, a girl grabbed it out of her hand before any damage was done. Unfortunately, there was another one filled with orange juice within reach, and this one met its target. Clearly feeling that the oj was not enough, she then started grabbing rogue drinks scattered about the table and dousing the douche with those as well. She got a stern lecture from out manager, who kindly asked her 'not to be so ghetto', and the offender was kicked out.

Other than that, a totally boring night.

A fabulous club and a fabulous life

Back to the world of my strip club. It was nice having almost two weeks off, but I must admit, I kind of miss the club after a while.

Saturday was fine...Nothing eventful really happened. My club has undergone a bunch of renovations lately. First, the club was expanded. Then both bars were ripped out and redone; now they have marble tops and nicer finishings. Then the neon orange plastic palm trees were added; they also light up with chaser lights. All the stages were redone and the lights as well. Saturday night the manager told me that they're putting in new carpet soon. It's nice when your club doesn't look like a shithole, even if it still is.

Sunday night some friends and I went to this mexican restaurant in a very gay section of town. Then we went to the gay club next door. Like I'm sure every woman who's ever been to a gay club before has said, I want to be a gay man. Or even just hang out with gay men. They're all attractive. Nice bodies, stylish clothes, they smell nice. They're friendly and happy and drink a lot. They can dance like nobody's business. Best of all, they aren't trying to sleep with me.

I'm pretty much only going out to gay clubs from now on.

Scrabble

So this past Sunday was my first night back in the stripper world. It really is like riding a bike, once you learn you don't forget. Well, I'm actually an avid hater of bikes and am not particularly gifted in the art of bike riding, whereas I can give a mean lap dance.

Sunday was easy as a Sunday should be. I had a customer come in who gave me only $20, which freaked me out because normally I get a few hundred bucks out of him. I think the reason I didn't get my money is because another one of the girls he likes was there and he always goes to vip with her instead of me if she's available. I'm guessing that she's a bit nastier in vip and I'd honestly rather him release his pervert powers on her rather than me.

I did end up having two vips that night so all was not lost.

The first was with this Russian customer who adores me. He's really mean to a lot of the girls and will openly criticize their looks which isn't very nice, but he happens to like me. Most of the girls hate him and warn me about his insulting nature but I've never had a problem. I like Russians. They are somewhat rude and blunt but I prefer that to the other personality types that wander into the titty bar. The Russian was fine in vip. He kept asking the usual questions, but once I made it clear that he wasn't getting anything 'special' from me he chilled out.

My second vip was really chill as well. I don't even think he touched me. He just wanted to do his coke and not be hassled. I didn't partake in any powder snorting because I didn't want to be fucked up so close to closing. He said he's coming back next Sunday, so we'll see. I hope he does-he's my favorite kind of customer.

I did drink a bit much so I was car-less the next day. I have to retrain myself to know when my bac is .08 or lower.

My shoes broke halfway through the night which was annoying. I had to trash them and get some new ones for $70. I don't like the new ones as much...they have those stupid looking ankle straps. I think I'm just going to cut them off.

We had so many new faces. Some pleasant to look at, some not so much. There was one girl who I thought might have been pregnant. When I inquired with the girl next to me she said she's probably just fat. Nice.

I was supposed to work last night but instead hung out with the Ex. We went to dinner which I was late to (when I got there he looked really surprised and said that he didn't think I was going to show-I guess that does tend to be my mo), and then I kicked his ass at scrabble.

It's funny because I know a lot of the guys I date think I'm lacking in the brain matter department but that's not the case. I've just realized it's easier as a woman to act like a flake.

After that we played a few more games (uno, anyone?) and then went to sleep. And by went to sleep I mean had intercourse. It was better than I remember, mostly due to me trying a bit harder. I've realized that I will never associate sex with feelings. I get 0 emotional payoff from it so I might as well work on the technical aspect of it and be the best I can be.

I also realized that I just don't have the same feelings for the Ex that I used to. I suppose I only want him when he's not available which leads me to believe it's less about liking him as a person and more about getting what I want.

I have so many dating options right now I'm just a bit overwhelmed. I'll probably do what I always do and just ignore them all until they go away and then start new. I might even move again.

I'm working tonight and pretty damn apathetic about it.

It feels good to be alive

I am finally not sick. That was probably the worst illness I've ever had and I'm thrilled that it's over.

I've been in such a good mood for the past week and super appreciative of the fact that I'm not sick anymore. That week was one of those moments that really made me stop and reflect on my life and dare I say it was life-changing.

I've only worked one night this past week and I did quite well. We seem to have more girls than ever but they don't generally last very long. I will only be at the club for another month and half, which as pathetic as it sounds, is kind of bumming me out. I've worked at this club for over a year and half, (longer than I've been at any other club) so while I mostly hate it and the relationship between a stripper and 'her club' tends to be dsyfunctional at best, it makes me a little sad to be leaving. I'm sure I'll be back once I'm back in town, though.

I'm moving over 2,ooo miles away and I'm pretty fucking excited about that. I kind of don't want to strip where I'm going, but I'm sure that will end up happening. It always does.

Off to find something interesting to do on this Saturday evening.