Today I went around asking guys if they liked my exotic dancer costume. Some of them couldn't even tell I was dressed up as a stripper.

I would like to see Ted Leo tonight, but he's playing at Emo's and I'm not sure I can stomach Sixth Street on Halloween weekend. I'm sure I can't, in fact. I can barely handle it on a normal weekend. I think I will go get some candy and DVDs, as a matter of fact.

Neil Gaiman was just on FMC introducing a scary movie. That came on right after a decidedly unscary movie, Our Man Flint.

One of the girls from work is moonlighting in a haunted house in a mall here in town. She was wearing some of those spooky Marilyn Manson contacts and had on some freaky makeup; not sexy Halloween but scary Halloween. She said, "I don't work on Halloween to make money. Last year I was a blue elf, with blue skin and pointy ears. Everyone kept telling me to live long and prosper, but I was an elf, not Spock!"

There's a girl I've worked with since the early days of the Show Palace, so figure about eight years ago. She's recently shown up at XTC, a bit mellower than she used to be; I can recall several fights she was involved with over there. Anyhow, she was talking in the dressing room about the problems she's been having with her daughter. She's 12 and "she's got more titties, more ass than I do. And she's telling people she's 15! We were taking out the trash the other day and you know, when I don't have makeup on, we look close to the same age"--I bet this is true, she definitely does not look like she could have a 12-year-old kid--"and these guys, they started saying, 'Hey, what's up,' and I'm like, 'What the fuck? She's 12!' and they're all, 'She told us she was 15!'" There are so many things here that I find amusing. One of them being that being 15 instead of 12 would make it ok.

Some guy in VIP today told Cricket, "Let's see what those hands can do." Take your $20 and leave, I'd imagine.

Friday was a stellar day for me, I had multiple three-digit customers and stayed busy all day. My body is paying for it today, as I hadn't worked in two weeks and then went in and really worked. It was kind of a bummer, though. I have been trying to quit smoking--I say "trying" because I've had about four attempts this year--and I just can't seem to get over that work hump. I can not smoke at home, at school, in the car, at clothed work, but get me into the club and I swear that within thirty minutes I will have lost all of my resolve to not smoke. I am going to have to make up my mind to quit at work as well. Because I can't smoke there either; apparently if you smoke a pack a week you are getting all of the risks a pack-a-day smoker gets (without all of the fun). So beginning next week, if you see me smoke at work, you're allowed to bitchslap the cigarette out of my hand.

My XTC days are numbered now; the plan is for me to leave Austin around December 15th. That leaves about six more weeks to see me here. I haven't decided what I'm going to do with the website; I don't know what I'll be doing when I move. I'll be dancing for a while, at least, but no parties, I don't think. I'd have to find another bouncer and girls I'd want to work with first. Watch this space for news.