Monday night
What a good Monday night - I has some customers be very generous tipping me on my dances - I wish this would happen more often. I know we've just been handed a $20 for 5 minutes of our time, but a tip is always nice, especially when it's another $20! So it was a lucrative night and I'm glad I dragged myself in. Spent time with one of my new favorite guys, he's about my age and really into '80s music and very funny - the kind of customer that makes you feel like you're hanging out in a bar having fun instead of working (except for the parts where I get up and take off all of my clothes, and hey, that's not terribly far from the reality of my barhopping days in some aspects). My body felt much better, probably is getting back into the mode of working more than two days out of 10.
Monday Night Football didn't seem to hurt the crowd as much as it has in the past several weeks. Most of the guys there weren't too interested in the game, either. The girls were in pretty good moods so I didn't have the bummer of listening to griping tonight, which was very pleasant. I wish all nights could be like this - laid back but profitable with fun guys.
There was a spot of excitement in my night. Around 12am or so, one of the bouncers pointed out a woman sitting at a table with a man and told me she'd requested me for a dance. The guy she was sitting with came up to me a short while later to tell me the same thing, and I asked him, "What's your date's name?" "I don't know, she's not my date." So I guess that she - Lisa- came in unescorted, which I didn't know women could do at the club. The guy she was sitting with left and Lisa went and sat down at another table, with two incredibly drunk guys that came in and waved her over. That's where I danced for her, and she was pretty damn lit herself, sliding all the way down in her chair and rubbing her hands all over my legs. The incredibly drunk guys paid me for the dance, then asked me if she was my partner, like I used her to get guys to buy dances from me for her or something. They had tons of cash but were at the stage of drunkeness where things can get ugly, so I split.
Much later on, those two had stumbled out and Lisa had sat down with another table of guys - by the way, she was wearing her waitress attire, white shirt and tie, like the Macaroni Grill uniform. One of them asked for a dance, and the entire time I was dancing she sang along to "Please Don't Go" - all the wrong words at all the wrong times and very loudly right next to him. After this I was all set to check out since it was almost 2am, but she pleaded me to dance for her again, and after she didn't accept any of my excuses, I did. This time she slid so far down in her chair that her ass hit the ground and I had to lift her up and into her chair. I was trying to help this poor drunk gal maintain a modicum of dignity, but after that, it was a lost cause. I'm actually worried now. She was still there when the club closed and I sure hope they put her in a cab.