Sippy cup

My keyboard miraculously started working today. A lot of weird stuff has been going on in my apartment lately.

Work was terrible this week. Not just 'oh I only made $300 a night' terrible, but 'I made $160 on Wednesday and $87 on Thursday', terrible.

Last saturday was good, so hopefully this one will be too.

As I was applying my makeup in the dressing room last night I overheard a conversation between a few of my fellow strippers.

girl 1: "I spilled wine all over my new shorts on the car ride over here."

girl 2: "How'd you get away with having an open bottle of wine in the car?"

girl 1: "I hide my wine in my daughter's sippy cup, the cops would never think to look there."

girl #2 takes a swig from a gatorade bottle which she shook up a few times before drinking.

girl 2: "Yeah, I know what you mean."

It's exchanges like this that make me love work.

Do most of us suffer from some form of alcohol dependence?

Yeah, probably.

But at least there's this feeling of comaraderie. It's hard to explain, but no one will ever understand what it's like to be a stripper, except another stripper. Even though we're all so different, every one of us had that something that caused us to choose this profession; a profession that many people would not even consider an option.