I wrote down this funny line from That '70s Show a couple of weeks ago. It's still making me laugh.

"Strippers like everybody. They're raised that way on special farms out west!"--Kelso

I went back down to Gatsby's tonight to drop off a tape of some Burlesque for Peace highlights. Rocky wanted to see what we're all about. I selected the sexiest, closest-to-a-traditional-striptease sets that I could find and left out anyone with a penis, though I do assume we'll have some male performers in the show. The club was pretty quiet, though to be fair, it was pretty early when I dropped by. I asked to work a couple of shifts next week, partly because I'm intrigued by the concept of a BYOB pastie club in the heart of 6th St, and partly because I figure it couldn't hurt in helping to book the show. So come on out next Thursday, when I plan to put in an appearance. Should be interesting, and now I will get to shop for flesh-colored latex and booty shorts.

It's pretty amazing, but I don't own a single pair of booty shorts (those very, very small hot pants that are ubiquitous in strip clubs). I'm either a dress girl or a bikini girl, never been much of a shorts girl. Though they look pretty good on me. I have a little extra booty to haul around after vacation but that will be taken care of soon. I'll be visiting the trainer tomorrow and eating nothing but meat and veggies this week.