Oh, how I hate writing checks to the United States Treasury. Sadly, I can't be one of those strippers who doesn't pay taxes, or who declares, like, $15,000 a year. I wouldn't mind so much if I got more shit for my money . . . like healthcare, etc. And I'm actually pretty fortunate in that area, having a partner who works for a company with a decent plan. Were I to pay for health insurance on my own, it would be outrageous. Someone really needs to do something for strippers; NASE turned me down because of my occupation. No, really.

Back at the X last night; last month they claimed they'd be replacing the carpet, which is still just awful. It was a decent night if a little slow, and also one of the rare Wednesday oil wrestling nights I've worked. I did have a lot of fun chatting with a young man who knew what I was talking about when I compared a band to Captain Beefheart (note: I don't recommend this for everyone, but my knowledge of esoteric bands has actually made me money before). He was also an old Show Palace customer and we spent some time reminiscing about the ladies of that club.

There's this extremely useless dancer working there right now; she's been there for quite a while, maybe six months, and just about every time I see her she's incapacitated by alcohol or something. She'll still make it up on stage, though, which provides for some very entertaining moments. For instance, last night she was complaining about the cold and was wrapped up in a blanket in the dressing room. When called to stage, she motored up there, blanket and all, and then turtled on the stage with the blanket pulled over her head for a full thirty seconds. Another girl and I were at the door and just stared, mouths open. I asked the DJ about her work habits, and he said, "She's a really sweet lady, always really nice to me. But she's always coming up here telling me about what she took recently."

But she was the exception last night; the talent was actually at a pretty high level on Wednesday. There's one recent addition in particular I think is cool as hell, a girl who dances by Katrina. She's got super spiky short blond hair and a really, really hot ass and little boobs, which I think is a terrific combination. She rocks.

The new DJ is also really good; he actually cuts the 2-4-1 songs shorter than full length, something we've all been complaining about with the others in the club. A 2-4-1 should definitely be longer than one song, but it shouldn't last for ten minutes, either. Six, maybe, considering that the average dance is three and a half to four minutes long.

I loved wearing my awesome hot new outfit. I love sheer. And hot pink! You could see me from the back of the club. And it's dark in there.