My Spanish isn't that great, though it's usually enough for work. I can introduce myself, ask for a dance, and make chitchat. But it must be better than I think, because yesterday several Mexican customers asked me if I was Spanish. "Eres España?" "No, soy Tejana." But thanks! That's awesome, that I sound and look like I could be an exotic Spanish girl.

First day back in three weeks was really good; can't beat those ten dollar dance Sundays. I was in at 2, out by 7 and had made more than my goal. It was also nice to look at the naked ladies again; I've kind of missed that.

The bartender at work is preggers. Reminds me of the extremely pregnant waitress that we had at Mary's Club in Portland. I have to wonder what the guys think of having an obviously pregnant server, if it freaks them out in the strip club at all.