Like a lollipop

Well, things are back to how they're supposed to be, I guess.

I'm back at the club. I'm back to heavy drinking (I was completely sober for a month a few months back and had been drinking only lightly since then). I'm hanging out with L again. I'm single. School starts back tomorrow. I guess this is just my place in the world.

I only worked Wednesday and Saturday last week. Wednesday was forgettable. As in I really can't remember anything that happened or what went on. I wasn't drunk or anything, it was just that blah.

Last night was more 'exciting'. Not in a good way. Well, I made $700, so I'm not completely miserable, but it was just one of those nights.

The first thing that set me off was when a customer accidentally broke one of my nails. My nails have been ridiculously awesome lately, no short stubby ones, always painted and looking sweet. I'm obsessed with nails and nail polish, not sure if that's been mentioned. Anyways, luckily the break wasn't too bad, nothing below the tip of my finger, but it's gonna take at least a month to grow back out. The guy who broke it did do an hour vip with me, so at least some of the $400 he gave me will go to getting an acrylic put on.

Then a customer of mine who I hadn't seen in a while came and tipped me on stage. He's the guy who used to live in the apartment complex that I also lived in. The one who was creepily staring at my friend and I when we went to the pool. Anyways, I go over to his table, and there's already a girl there, but he wants me to stay. She's new, and really pretty. I'm pretty lit at this point, and we convince him to take us to vip. He's the one who strips down to his boxers, (which is a bit weird, but he doesn't try anything gross, and the bouncers know about it so whatever).

We get back there, and the girl immediately asks me if I party. I hesitate to answer (mostly because I don't want me customers who don't do coke to think I'm a coke head or anything). I tell her that I don't mind if she does, and figure I'll get a line in while he's not paying attention or something. I haven't touched coke for probably a year, so I have to admit I was excited to do some. "Wow, my night is getting better" I start to think to myself.

Of course that's a cue for things to get weird. The girl starts being very friendly to my customer, and then out of nowhere takes his penis out of his boxers and starts stroking it. I can tell my customer is a little confused, as it was completely unprovoked, but just shrugs his shoulders as she does her thing. At this point I'm trying not to watch (this is where I decide to sneak my line in). Well, I make the mistake of taking a look, and now the girl is licking my customer's penis. WHAT THE FUCK? I want to scream at her, and maybe I should have. I don't know. At this point it all goes downhill. They start making out, he's fingering her, she's confusing his dick for a lollipop...you know.

I decide that our time is up, and go ask the floor man if this is the case. Then I whine to him about the girl, to which he responds 'I had my suspicions, but you just confirmed them.' Well gee thanks for letting me go to vip with a fucking prostitute (I have nothing against prostitution, but keep it out of my club). So I continue to drink and complain to everyone for the rest of the night, and just get a cab home. Gah.

In other disappointing news, I finally got the full story from the Mexican about how he's a cheating piece of shit. Suffice to say I'm done communicating with him in any way, shape or form. If nothing exciting happens this week at work (and I pray that's the case), maybe I'll talk a bit about why men are disgusting excuses for human beings, specifically the Mexican.

I'm going to Virginia this weekend to visit a friend, and then to New Orleans with L next weekend. Yay!