I am so thrilled—the new DJ at XTC was able to get new music into the computer for me! All of the software for ripping CDs into the computer is messed up, so he took my CD, burned it onto his hard drive, and copied it into my file on the computer in the booth. Oh, man, I had no idea how much it improved my attitude towards going on stage to have new fun music. Working at Concepts for two months it was nothing but what they had on the jukebox, and here I wasn't able to get anything new into the computer either, but yay Steve! You will always get a good tip from me.

This guy, by the way, came to us from a club in Waco where the dancers were not allowed to tip the DJ. I have never heard of anything like this in my life. While I don't think DJs are entitled to 10% of our earnings or anything like that, I do like to be able to take care of them for playing the music I request, doing the lights the way I like them, or moving me within the rotation. I think a no-tipping policy is a good way to ensure that you'll never be able to hang on to a decent DJ.

I had a lot of fun dancing for an old customer I hadn't seen in ages, probably since I was down here in March, and he was so happy to see me he bought double the amount of dances he usually does. I felt so appreciated, hah. It's nice to know you're missed.

There was one older man in earlier in the day who wanted to have some dances in VIP, but wanted to chat first. He said, "I like to get to know the dancers first, to get an idea of who you are as a person. I don't just like to get dances." Fine, sure. Then I danced for him. He was really handsy and did something that in all my years dancing I have never experienced before: I leaned in with my boobs in his face, and he leaned forward and blew a raspberry in between them. This 65-year-old guy blew a raspberry in my cleavage. I laughed in disbelief, and said, "How on earth did it enter your mind to do that?" I lasted for a couple more songs. He was nice enough, just too handsy for my tastes. My general approach to this with a customer who is spending money (rather than one who I am certain will only buy one dance) is to dance defensively rather than tell them "Quit it!" But that gets tiring quickly.

Oh, on Saturday afternoon I showed up to work but the club couldn't open due to serious septic tank problems (insert "shitty" joke here). They couldn't open until 7 p.m. apparently. Just another reminder that XTC is out in the sticks, which also means it will be the only strip club where people can smoke after September 1.