Here comes the bride?

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.