White Valentine's

So I worked last night- Valentine's day of course.

Things are still going strong with knuckles, but he had to work today due to all the snow/ice that's been hanging around. When I got home from work last night he had completely decorated my whole apartment for Valentine's day. Balloons, streamers, fiber optic  light thingies - it was cheesy but cute.

The Mexican texted me yesterday to ask what I was doing that night...Um. We do talk quite a bit. I can't explain our weird bond. I'm pretty sure it's predicated on our lack of good decision making and need for instant gratification. He will invite me over and then as the evening progresses and  he becomes more inebriated his text messages become more sad and convoluted. I hope he figures things out.

Work was...well how it always is I guess. I didn't make much money; $300 to be exact. We had far more girls than we usually have on Valentine's day and a typical, but vastly smaller, Friday crowd.

The highlight, and by highlight I mean most rage inducing moment, of my night was when a little Colombian man grabbed my hand and shoved a baggie of coke in it. Just put it right in there. Didn't ask if I wanted to 'party' or make any inquiries as to my drug proclivities...I guess his thought process was 'stripper---->likes coke'. Normally I would have welcomed a little pick me up on a slow Friday, but his manner of bestowing his drugs on me pissed me off and I pretended to stick the baggie in my bra while actually dropping it on the floor.

Of course I drank too much and blew a .16 which necessitated a cab ride home further depleting my meager earnings. If I hadn't been late (late fine!), and hadn't been a drunk (cab fare!) I would have probably gone home with ~$400 which in these times of financial stress would have satisfied me.

I did contact some of my old regulars, and while none of them could make it in last night, they will be paying me visits in the future so at least I can count of some money in the upcoming days.

I can't wait for Hawaii!