Man, I felt like I was at work for 12 hours tonight even though I didn't get in until 9pm. Still, those 7 hours just dragged by. I felt like I had "ask a stupid question here!" tattooed on my forehead - lots and lots of dumbass questions, getting asked out, etc., all damn night. Bright spot was spending an hour with a young guy who frequents the club - he's just recently 21 and a real doll. I gave him really good dances tonight and had a lot of fun with his reactions. He's going to make some young lady very happy someday if he treats civilians as well as he does dancers.
I wore my glasses tonight, and I've enjoyed the change of pace, but it's only something to be trotted out once in a while or else it's the only thing people remember about you. I'd rather they remember my beautiful ass and my smokin' dancing than my eyewear.
Girls were throwing shit-fits tonight - I have a coworker that so hates dancing I have no idea why she is doing it anymore - I rarely see her have a good night although she's a great dancer and very attractive. Her attitude has just gone to shit and she's so negative that I can hardly stand to be around her in the dressing room. This is a real pity since she's a great person otherwise. Well, the DJ tonight screwed up her music and she stalked offstage to scream at him - we could hear this on the floor from our table near the booth. It wasn't cool at all. It was really both their faults, but the dancer's the one on stage and should just go along with the music - the audience isn't going to know if you're dancing to the song you picked or not, but they sure as hell are going to notice when you stalk offstage. Dancing etiquette, dammit, it needs to be enforced.
There's this really wild girl that some of us think is a TS that recently came back - she's extremely flamboyant and entertaining. She has various sugar daddies that will pop into town and she won't work while she's on their tab. She was gone for several months this time. I am really curious about her origins, but I can't say it makes a great deal of difference to me since I like her as she is. I'm very lucky to get along with most of the ladies at work. My policy is to try to be nice to everyone and if it's impossible, ignore them. The conflict in the dressing room is just so irritating, the cattiness and shit-talking that goes on. It never ceases to amuse me that strippers talk shit about each other, considering that - well, we're all a bunch of strippers. Women, I swear. I will never understand them.
Oh, I got to dance to N.E.R.D. tonight for the first time in foreverr. I also got a great idea to dig up some old Jackson 5 to bring in. Also, I bought a new sewing machine last week and am working on some really cute dresses. Now I need to find a fabric store that sells slutty fabric - stretch satin, power mesh, etc.