Well, Columbus was fun and profitable again, even though I had to just drag myself in every night (then come home happy I'd done so). There were just a ton of guys in for the Frozen Four, the majority from Boston--just huge college hockey fans who "go evahry yeah."

So, at Pure Platinum there's a skybox. It's $150 every 15 minutes, dancer gets $100. We're not allowed to do lap dances at this club (no ass- or boob-to-lap contact), but in the skybox, there's the possibility of a better dance. Or so I hear; when I take guys up there, we talk politics and I give them manicures. I don't tell the guys they can touch up there, or that they'll get any extras; I don't want to promise something I won't deliver, as I think it's never a good idea to be in a room alone with an angry, drunk, horny guy who feels like he just got ripped off. But apparently some dancers will hint at what they might offer up there, get the money, then as soon as the customer tries something she doesn't like (anything from touching to pulling out his dick), she'll holler for a bouncer and get him tossed. That is just wrong, and one of these dancers will find it backfiring some day. Even strippers need some scruples.

On Thursday night, I sat down and started chatting away with some nice, quiet guy. We'd been talking for several minutes before he said, "My wife is working tonight." Which means to me two things--one, that I won't make any money from him, and two, am I going to get in trouble with her? No to the second one; she's a very friendly dancer. Who got even friendlier as the night progressed, asking me to "Make him horny!" and "What are you doing after this?"

Well, more than her, apparently, because as I was signing out with the dance counter in VIP, he had to go pull her off of the customer she'd passed out on. That's right, she'd fallen asleep during a dance. I had some Crown-colored nights before, but never passed out on a customer. Well, he seemed to be a little buzzed too, and OK with it, because he let the dance continue. Until she threw up.

What a trooper, though: She was back at work on Friday.

I think that PP is one of the few clubs where I've worked where natural-breasted women are soundly in the minority. I'm talking like 80/20 some nights, not the 50/50 you'll see in Austin. One customer complained to me; he really, really disliked fake boobs, and wouldn't stop critiquing every pair of manmades to pass by. I didn't want to be the one to break it to him, but a strip club is probably not the place to go to avoid fake tits.

I'm in Austin this week for my friend Audrey's wedding and will be working at XTC this week. I just bought the hottest sheer pink minidress and can't wait to test it out; it's luscious.