Today's my day off. Well, technically I could take the rest of the week off, since I've worked my required and scheduled three shifts, but I'm going to work on Friday and Saturday. The scheduling thing is interesting; I'm not used to that. But considering that the shifts are so short and you're only required to work three days, and can make your own schedule, it's not that bad of a deal.

It still hasn't been great; I'll have a decent day, then a slow one, then a decent one, but no wonderful nights yet.

There's a homeless or close to it guy who stops by the bar. He comes up and orders a beer, the bartender tells him, "That's $2.75." He says, "Aw, I only got a dollar, can you throw something in?" And she does! I've seen this happen three times. And he talks very loudly. "HEY, GORGEOUS! YOU LOOKIN' GOOD!" He's like the Jackovasaur from South Park.

On one of my first days at the club, a woman who'd given birth just four weeks before came back to work. She's onstage and two of the guys at the bar are talking about it.
"She just had a kid four weeks ago, can you believe it?"
She dances down towards the bar and one of them tells her how good she's looking.
"Yeah, but I still have to lose some weight," she says.
"Around the middle, huh?" he says.
Then they start talking about breast milk.
"Hey, I might have some coffee in a while, can you come over and put some milk in it?"

Yep, it's a bit of a neighborhood place.

On Monday I was talking to a guy from Dallas who was up on business. He was an A&M grad, so we got to talking about the governor (Rick Perry is the first Aggie governor of Texas). "I went to school with him, you know. He was a dumbass then and he's a dumbass now."

This same guy then asked me if I did "progressive" dances, meaning did they get better as we went on. He asked this after I'd finished the first one. Now, I won't lie and promise things I won't give in order to make money. I just can't do it. I think if a guy wants to spend his money on a "dirty" dancer, he should be free to do so. So I told him I did "sustainable" dances. Which means that I do them at a level of contact and activity that I'm comfortable with so that I can keep doing them. We did a few more, then he tried to put my hand on his crotch. But hey, at least I did four dances before he tried anything.

Yesterday was interesting. I sat down at the bar for a break before going on stage, and I returned to my spot after my set as it was a little slow. The guy next to me slipped me $10 and apologized for not tipping me on stage. He ended up just handing me money for the rest of my shift, and bought a few dances. He must have just handed me about $150 in pure tips while I was sitting at the bar with him for a couple of hours. "Can I give you some money? You won't be offended?" Nope. Sure won't. He was a lot of fun, then as he got progressively drunker started hitting on me more and more. Then apologizing for hitting on me. Then hitting on me again. Repeat. It got a little tiring. I guess he's one of those guys who's fun between drinks 1-5, then you want to watch out. Made my night easier, though, that's for sure.

I hope Friday and Saturday are good. I still haven't worked a weekend because I was sick last week; found a good doctor in Cincinnati, though.