Thursday night was drama-filled; one recent hire got wasted, fell, and broke her ankle. She sat sobbing in the lobby until her ride came. I can't believe they didn't pack her into the office; for one thing, I wouldn't want to be sitting in front of the entrance to a club like that, for another, I wouldn't want to walk into a club and see that. The DJ (who is in his mid-late 30s) had three underage (that's under 21) friends hanging out in the booth with him all night long, getting drunk, which didn't contribute to the quality of his work--and believe me, we don't have extremely high standards. Keep the songs at a consistent length and announce the dancers on stage; you'd think it'd be pretty easy. Hard to keep your mind on it when a girl half your age has her tongue down your throat, though.

Even the most professional gals were drinking; I am pretty sure I was the only sober one in the club for the whole night. I managed to actually make some money, whereas I heard one stunningly hot, hustlerific dancer talking about leaving with $29 after being there for three hours. Crazy.

Friday was vastly more entertaining in a good way. I spent some time with a really nice customer who detailed his extras-filled experiences with a couple of dancers in VIP to me; I wanted to caution him about speaking with other dancers about that. For one thing, while I'm aware of the activities of these particular handjob artistes, some girls might go crazy and start shit with them. For another, I could start sending a bouncer in the back every time he's back there with them just to fuck with them. Which would be funny . . . these girls do not have the sense to pay off the bouncers, choosing to use other strippers as their lookouts if they want to try something.

Tax day wasn't so bad; I was only in for about four hours and made out just fine. The customer count was down a little, though.

I heard the funniest story from a repeat visitor. "I was at the Landing Strip right after the election, and the dancer I was talking to asking me if I was happy or sad. 'Pretty pissed,' I told her. 'So you're a liberal, huh?' she asked me. I told her that I was, and then, when she danced for me, she kept whispering in my ear, 'Liberals are sexy!'"

The I had to tell him about the best conversation I've ever had with a stripper ever. I hadn't seen E in ages and ran into her on Wednesday at the club. "Where have you been?"
"I move to Florida in October to vote for Kerry there," she said.
"Oh, damn, we moved to Ohio and did the same," I told her.
"Yeah, we should have gone to Ohio with another 100,000 people instead. (beat) I went up a cup size, too."
"Yeah, they're big! Are they cohesive gels?"
"Yeah, feel them!"
*squeeze squeeze*

Greatest conversation ever.