Week 43 & 44
Week 43.....I need to start taking notes because I cannot remember anything that stands out in my memory from this week at the club. I know we (I mainly) joke around about drugs. Only because a lot of people think that allllllll dancers use drugs and drink everyday. So to add some humor to that I like to pretend that I am looking for my bag of coke or whatever it might be. This is the only bag of coke we have to offer. To clarify, I would never use drugs in the club, waste of drugs. I do recall a group of nice guys coming in and one of them thought I was fantastic and phenomenal. Yes I am, thank you for noticing. And I do remember two very drunk fishermen, both recently divorced, both very loud and one of them extremely annoying and dumb. I am always amazed that there are women that willingly share their lives with cretins like those. We also have a new girl, new to the club and new to dancing.
Week 44. Wednesday I made like no money. Nobody thought I was fantastic and/or phenomenal.....oh well. But I brought in some fun stuff for us girls to drink from Trader Joes. A pumpkin spice milky white drink and espresso martini. I usually do not eat/drink any pumpkin stuff but this drink is yummy. The espresso martini is super strong so I only had a few sips. Skål has two meanings, cheers and bowl.
I do not work Halloween usually. You are kind of expected to be in costume, I am not in the mood to complicate stuff with a costume cause I am cranky like that. The club might be busy on Halloween which this year fell on a Friday and yes it was busy but I stayed home. It rained heavy all night. Saturday us girls had a small discussion about dancing. Not much came out of it. I did not expect anything either. Dancing as in exotic dancing is interpreted in different ways. I would never rip my underwear off on the first song out of three and stick my butthole in someone's face. In fact I keep my whole outfit on on stage. Does it make less money? Yes. But I don't care. The loud divorced men with poor social skills from the other week came back. Super loud and annoying again, that is how they think it is OK to behave I guess.. Even other guys in the bar got irritated with them and that says a lot. I danced for a super sweet, well dressed and cute guy that had never been to a strip club before. I was the first dancer he'd seen and obviously his first lap dance. He was very happy and said coming to the club was on his bucket list. And there was also a group of four young guys in that were generous, fun and just nice to be around.