Ice

Oh Valentine's day, where do I even begin.

The club was dead when I got there. We only had 16 girls, though.

My first dance of the night was for a guy who is probably in Afghanistan by now. He was a cutie.

When I was on stage some asian dude came and tipped me big and he was at a high top so I went over there after my set. He was there with a friend from out of state and they seemed to be cool with spending money. I did a few dances for the guy and he handed me a $100 and didn't ask for change. Nice. I chilled with them and danced on and off for about an hour when one of the waitresses tells me that a guy in the upstairs vip wants some dances. Now the upstairs vip overlooks the whole club, so you can see everyone below when you're up there. It was scarface asian and some of his buddies. I've danced for him before and he's cool so off I went.

When I got up there I danced a bit for scarface and then he bought a dance for his friend, we'll call blondie. I dance for blondie who I can tell is fuuuuucked up for a few songs. At this point I'd made about $150 off them. I go downstairs for a bit to use the restroom and do a few dances. While I'm walking around I run into blondie who tells me to come back upstairs. Ok.

That's when I did something kind of bad. Blondie asks me if I party, and being in one of my 'who gives a fuck, i'm at the strip club on valentine's day' moods I ask him what he has.

"Ice," he says.

Now I'm thinking ice is crack because I obviously don't know my drug slang very well.

"Is that crack?" I ask.

"No, it's ice, you know, meth."

Fuck. Meth is one of those drugs that you say you're never going to do. It's one of those trashy fuck your life up for good drugs.

So what do I do? I try it!!!

Another example of my choice decision making skills.

Here's the worst part; it was good. Really fucking good. Best I've ever felt in my whole entire life good. Which is bad.

After that I was on fire for the rest of the night. I ended up making a bit over $600, which isn't fantastic, but I'll take it.

I get home and I still feel pretty good and oh so awake. I call my best friend to tell her what I did and she wasn't too upset. Then I went and worked out because I had soooooo much energy.

I didn't sleep for a good 40 hours. The come down was rough. You're awake, but you no longer feel good. You know you should be tired and your body needs sleep but it's not happening. But the high was good. That's why I'm not going anywhere near it ever again-I can see why people get addicted to that shit, and that's not something I need.

So that was my V. day. Spent it at a stripclub drinking and snorting meth. Classy as usual.