Thursday night
Music: Super Furry Animals, Peaches, Fischerspooner, and when I didn't make it to the DJ on time, the Eurythmics and George Michael!
Outfits: Adorable pink bikini that I bought in Dallas with knee-high white platform boots, putting me in full go-go mode

I was so glad I went in early tonight - the happy hour crowd was well worth it, and between 8pm and 12am, I only did 2 dances. The crowd stayed the same, pretty much, that whole time. I did do a couple of dances at a table of couples (Thursday = ladies' night) (really, it's a club promotion) where there was a fiesty birthday girl that asked me, "If I give you an extra dollar, can I smack your ass?" I swear, women are so much rowdier than men.
I danced for one guy from CA who had bought several dances from other girls and was given a huge ego boost when he told me I gave the best table dance ever - damn straight, I take pride in my work. After 12am, some more folks trickled into the club, but there were even a couple of 2-4-1 specials I couldn't sell in the earlier hours. I did wind up the night well, dancing for an artist who was celebrating the sale of a painting and having a conversation about the evils of the Republican administration with him. Oh, and I talked to a guy who was having his first visit ever to a strip club, a communications student who said that he'd always been opposed to this sort of atmosphere but wanted to see what he was talking about. Maybe he was just curious, too, which is my guess. My feelings on the objectification-of-women rap against strip clubs is that they are by far a very tiny part of an equation that includes television, advertising, and economic pressures. Besides, it is necessary to have a place like the clubs where the types of behavior people engage in there - hooting at naked women, being rowdy, and objectifying us - is ok and even appropriate. Like a safety valve, maybe. I hate it when guys act like that in public or at regular clubs, but I think it's OK in a strip club, and think that it's good to have that sort of space where they can act like that without bothering the civilians. I think communications guy appreciated my analysis. Maybe he was just looking at my boobs, though (and there's nothing wrong with that).
I'm looking forward to this weekend before Christmas and am going to go pull out my Santa's Little Helper outfit right now.