This week's Life In Hell has Akbar or Jeff asking the other, "What are you trying to accomplish by dancing naked against the war?"
"To oppose and arouse!"

I imagined that world events would slow down the club last night, and it was indeed quiet at the beginning of the night. It was surreal to sit in VIP with Fox News on (and dammit, strip club patrons and employees should not be watching that network), then see some basketball, then some more coverage. It feels like the Final Four War. Oddly, there was an enormous rush of customers at midnight, packing the place until closing.

At the beginning of the night I spent some time with a really interesting guy who was extremely flattering; I hope he returns as he was very thoughtful and really funny - an attorney, and an Austinite, which makes him laid-back. We did a couple of dances before he split and spent some quality time talking about various things, and I basked in all of the compliments - about my personality! Ahhh, I love it when they love me for my mind . . .

There was a guy in the club entertaining some Korean clients, and when I was sitting with him he told me he'd promised his wife he wouldn't have any lapdances, so sould I just sit on his lap and rub his shoulders instead for the same price? I was glad to oblige, though this would seem to be obeying the letter if not the spirit of the law. This man, Rob, went on to tell me that his wife didn't really like to rub his back and that she wouldn't let him give her massages very often. The conversation proceeded towards their sex life, with him asking me why women didn't want sex after they had children, a topic I personally know nothing about (though I do know plenty of women with kids that very much want sex). After hearing about his sad, rare-event sex life, I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and say, "Look, fella, if anyone deserves to have a naked woman dance in front of him it's you! If your wife won't fuck you, how in the hell can she begrudge you a lapdance?" I didn't, of course, because that would have been rude. I was riled up and amused by Dan Savage's column this week, all about people whose partners won't give it up, so it was on my mind. People should be having more sex, especially now.

I was pleased to run into one of Monty's coworkers and friends, John, at work as part of a bachelor party. He and his wife were in Hawaii with Monty and his wife, Shea, at the same time I was a couple of years ago, and they are a fun couple. In fact, if Amanda wasn't pregnant, I would have totally told him to bring her in sometime. They had me be one of the girls doing the "Chair of Pain" for him - this is where the bachelor is dragged up onto the stage and humiliated - and I got to help rip off his underwear which take the cake for all-time cutest underpants on a bachelor: Winnie the Pooh flannel boxers. Very funny. It was my first time to do one of those things but it's just a variation on the things I do at bachelor parties so I winged it and had some fun. Also, it got me a dance as soon as I came off the stage from a guy from Chicago, in town for the photographic educator's convention that's here - wonder how much business that'll bring in?