Monday night
Outfits: Long black halter, stockings, black platforms
Music: The Charlatans "You're So Pretty," "Love Is the Key," Idlewild, Lynrd Skynrd "Three Steps," "Sweet Home Alabama" - by the request of an Alabama man.
Ah, Monday nights - I certainly haven't worked many of these. Spent most of the night with a couple of fellas in town from Mobile, though one of them was actually born right next to my hometown. They reminded me so much of a couple of my guy friends from Memphis - they were hilarious and very fun to hang out with. Definitely perked up my night. Small drama with a new dancer - she was told by a bouncer not to do a particular move and took offense - thing is, this particular move wasn't particularly lewd, just really unladylike and extremely unflattering - ok, she was sitting in a chair, slumped down, facing the customer, and propping her ankles on his shoulders. See, we aren't supposed to do stuff like that because he could make a grab at the goods. My problem wasn't with the potential lewdness of the position, it was with the tackiness. Now, I'm a realist and know I'm no princess, but please! Let's pretend to be ladies. And let's think of all of the situations in which it is appropriate to place one's ankles on another's shoulders - I can think of one. Two if you're a cheerleader.