Saturday night
The Show Palace
Pink bikini
Wilco, Gomez - I was feeling mellow

Ahh, back to being naked tonight; it was fun! I really didn't want to leave the house with the pissy cold weather, and I figured that guys would feel the same. With the Super Bowl today, I also thought plenty of folks would want to save their energy for parties. And it was kind of quiet, but I made out all right, thanks in great deal to Heidi who got me a couple of lucrative bachelor dances. When we do bachelor dances at work, we charge a little more per song, but it's nice to make the chunk of money all at one instead of working the floor. Usually we'll beat on the bachelor and do a hot wax deal, but I found out tonight that a couple of girls had the misfortune of performing one of these in the vicinity of a female TABC agent last week (apparently they had ignored the manager's advice to lay off the wild stuff) who freaked out and wanted to have them arrested. That didn't happen, thank god, but some of the stuff that has been standard fare - dripping ice on ourselves, some of the girl-girl moves - are now forbidden thanks to that little incident. Following the letter of the law, don't you know. That means that there's stuff I'll only get to do at private parties now that we used to do in the club, oh well!

I ran into a customer I hadn't seen in a while; he was the one that had Heidi dance for me; and he was apologetic for "being an asshole" and offering me $500 for a blowjob last time he was in the club. I told him not to worry (especially since he'd given me a bunch of money that night) and that I wasn't in the least insulted. But I also told him I'd had better offers since then.
I danced for a couple of guys that were in a bachelor party that were young and sweet, and while I was dancing for the bachelor, I unsnapped his shirt (I love snap front shirts and am compelled to rip them open) and he was wearing a Sonic Youth T-shirt. We discussed their later career and whether "Murray Street" was worth listening to.

There was a pair of South African guys in town that sell packeged big-game hunts; not surprisingly, they get a lot of customers from Texas. I told them that I only liked to hunt tasty things, but they certainly win the prize for most unusual job of the month among customers I've met. I had fun talking to them, though I cannot imagine having to serve as a guide for a bunch of rich Americans wanting to shoot a corralled elephant.
I was happy to be in the nude again; I like the dancing style better. I just wish the money was more consistent and not so contingent on having good weekends. In this business it's best to have a good average income rather than severe highs and lows. Less stressful, too. That's what is nice over at Joy - a consistent crowd. I may not pocket serious bank in one shift, but it is steady.

I saw some of the photos from last weekend's shoot - they look all right, though I have problems with my facial expressions in front of the camera. How do you practice that? I'm just going to set up a mirror behind the camera, I think, so I don't get all squinty-eyed. The office photos are really adorable and I can't wait to get my prints of them.