Well, I decided to head into XTC for a few hours today once I realized that if I worked tonight, the likelihood of making it to the English office at 8:30 a.m. tomorrow would be perilously slim. So I hopped in the shower (had to rinse off last night's Mystic Tan residue) and was in there around 1:30. It was a blur; all I wanted to do was make a little money and get home, and since there were only six girls there, I stayed solidly busy for four hours, at which time I'd made my goal (and the forty bucks to cover my tipouts and leave-early fee) and split. Possibly the shortest shift I've ever worked to make a goal. It was also remarkably uneventful. Everyone seemed a little subdued this Easter Sunday. Maybe they were just coming in since they'd given up lapdances for Lent.

There was one fellow, this kind of strange little guy, who asked me to come back to VIP. I started dancing for him, looked down and noticed his fly was unzipped. Not unzipped with something peeking out, just unzipped like he'd forgotten. I said, "Hey, baby, your zipper's down." His reply? "That's all right." Huh? No, no, it's not, really. "Zip it up for me," I said, and he did. After the dance, when he stood up, it started creeping down again, of its own accord, so I guess it was the pants, but his reply made me think that maybe that was by design, that he wore his magically-unzipping pants to the club on purpose.

I also danced for a persistent dirty talker, who in all other respects was very nice, but when I was dancing was nonstop with the "Oh, yeah, baby, oh, I want to eat it, I want to taste you, oh yeah, ride it, baby, touch it just one time? Please?"

My absence hasn't gone unremarked at XTC. Hippi the DJ said, "Don't ever leave me like that again!" when I walked into the booth. He's quite the character, that Hippi, and actually one of the sweetest DJs I've ever worked with. He's definitely an old Austin hippy, one of those weird mixtures of counterculture rebel and redneck that you only find here. You have to love someone who's equally at home talking about computers, power tools, and his hatred of the Bush administration.