I was booking a party on Friday, talking to the host on the phone, when he said, "Not to be rude or anything, but we want to make sure as far as drugs or anything, that you're not going to have them." Not an unreasonable concern, I suppose, when hiring strangers to come to your house and undress, but let me tell everyone that here at rivercitykitty.com, we're 100% drug-free. I don't even drink. Apparently he wanted to make extra-sure because one of the party attendees was in law enforcement—something that came into play at the party itself.

When I pulled up, the guys were all in the front yard barbecuing. I was hoping we'd go inside. Tee hee. We did. The bachelor was a feisty one, and aforementioned party guest whips out his handcuffs. Normally I'm a rope kind of gal, but given two pairs of handcuffs I had to use them.

Some of the guests have visited the site before and knew of my sports fandom. They were all very sweet and didn't want to let me go, so I stayed afterwards for some more dances. The cd they chose to play? Weezer's first album. I'll never hear "Say it Ain't So" the same way again. I must have lapdanced to almost the entire album before I left. They still didn't want me to leave, but I had a birthday party to attend (in a personal rather than professional capacity).

My friend Steve is getting married this summer to a wonderful woman named Patience. I've been friends with him since we were 14 years old, and along with my sister and my best friend am going to be in his wedding party. Guess what? I actually get to plan a bachelor party myself! I can't wait. I'm thinking I'd really like to find a TS stripper for this event, so if anyone has any tips, let me know. When I think of the ideal bachelor party, I think of a good dinner at a steakhouse, then repairing to a posh hotel suite where we get entertained by a succession of beautiful women. Maybe I'll book a bellydancer. Oh! Does anyone know where I can find a midget or dwarf stripper? This is going to be the best bachelor party ever.

I worked on Friday before the party, kind of a mistake because I was a little tired, but I was happy to run into a couple of familiar faces at the end of my shift. Unfortunately I was too spent to hang out with them for long. I hate that. Sometimes, yes, guys show up at the club with whom I actually like to spend time, and when I'm tired or really busy and can't give them the attention I'd like to, I feel bad. I guess I shouldn't, but hey, I'm the stripper with a conscience.