Ahh, back to work after the Final Four . . . it rained mercilessly in New Orleans - and I'm not talking about Gerry McNamara's three-pointers, either. The weather thwarted attempts at scalping and at finding better seats, though I did get better seats from a disappointed Texas fan that went home early (thanks Dad!). I was so thrilled to attend my first Final Four and insisted on staying after the championship game in order to hear "One Shining Moment".
Tonight was the first Wednesday I've ever worked; they are oil-wrestling nights and I don't like to compete with big spectacles in the club, but this was more subdued than it was at the SP. I very nearly wrestled and I'm considering doing so - I will be sure to announce my intentions well in advance so that I can try to have a bidding war at the auction to be my cornerman.
I had a couple of emails this past week from people in the DFW area looking for bachelor party entertainment; any ladies interested in being my Metroplex affiliate, please get in touch - I need someone to whom I can send referrals.
Work was slow tonight but I was fortunate in that I had several customers in early in the evening and then one to hang out with during the boring part. He had bought me dances last week from Tzera, mentioned here before as the amazing, walks-on-her-fucking-hands girl. She was pretty damn fun to have dance for me - she did this thing where she vibrated her thigh between my legs - I wasn't sure whether to laugh or be aroused. I did a little of both.
So, the oil wrestling thing is pretty standard, the two combatants are put up on stage and the right to be a cornerman/trainer is auctioned off. The girls take the stage in their XTC t-shirts and nothing else - they are barefoot, too, since you really can't oil wrestle in shoes - and all of the other dancers have to get up on stage during the auctioning process. There's a ring (an air mattress in a box) in front of the large second stage, and the girls stand in their corners while their trainers squirt baby oil all over them. Naturally, every single guy that does this thinks that it's hilarious when he squirts the oil directly at the wrestler's pussy! The girls go at it in a best-of-three, officiated by whoever decided to bid for the ref's position. The two that wrestled tonight, Serena and Vivian, were kind of mismatched physically as Vivian has about six inches on Serena, but they went after it in that stripper-style catfight way and were mostly horizontal so it didn't matter much.
I am of the opinion that oil wrestling, like eating, is far more fun to do than to watch. I just can't imagine getting done with a bout and showering and going back to work. The film of oil left all over your body remains until you've had a good, long, hot scrubbing with dish detergent; strip club showers are rarely sufficient!
I'm looking forward to working this weekend since I haven't worked very many of them. Should be a good one.