Oh, my, what an eventful few days we've had here in kittyland. Tuesday night was the burlesque show at Elysium, where I did my amateurish numbers alongside some true burlesque luminaries. They were wonderful, and I managed not to fall down.

Jim Jarmusch saw me strip! He was in town for the film festival and someone brought him over for the screening of the Velvet Hammer documentary and he stuck around for the performances. To my knowledge, he is the coolest famous person to ever see me half-naked.

The films were pretty entertaining, though I did get pretty tired of the stripper-bashing in the Hammer doc. Talk of "cheesy lapdances" and how they let a few select strippers in their troupe from the "pre lapdance era" got my hackles up. They're spouting the same shit that professional dancers did about burlesque performers back in the day. It was like listening to strippers talk about hookers. One of the lovely performers (who is also a big-time burlesque promoter, and responsible in large part for the revival) dances in a club on Bourbon Street and felt the same way. I think that more strippers should be involved in burlesque. I'm telling you all right now that I am going to start doing a burlesque set every night that I work, using music you won't hear in any other titty bar and wearing fabulous costumes on stage. I'm bringing it back to the source! Watch this space for details.

The performances were pretty damn great; the gals were highly polished and made me have a strong desire to take dance classes, which I intend to begin this week.

I worked on Wednesday and Thursday, a difficult task considering my late nights so far. They were pretty unremarkable day shifts, not bad, not great. I had a lovely night on Monday, with a really funny customer. Usually i'm exhausted after the $5 dances and just split, but a couple of guys asked for dances in VIP right after they were over, and I was happy to oblige. After the dances, I sat down to count my money and rest. I stood up after a few minutes and saw a customer just sitting down. I must have surprised him by emerging from the darkness in my sequined glory. He invited me to sit down, and we did a couple of dances. Now, there's a big screen TV in VIP, and for some inexplicable reason it's always tuned to Fox News. I said, "I think it's really funny that we have Fox News on in a strip club," and this guy spits, "I HATE Fox News!" I was thinking that this would work out just fine when he goes one further. "I look like a Republican," and he did, "but I think that George Bush is evil. I think his daddy is evil too. Hell, half of his family should be in jail." I was so pleased. Here was someone I could easily sit and talk with for the rest of the night. He was so impressed that I knew the Bush family tree and their indiscretions that he bought a bunch more dances (maybe my naked self had something to do with it too, come to think of it) and also bought me a dance from Fawn. Oh, how I love it when customers buy me dances. It's a really great tip.