I'm amazed at the abuse some customers will take. I was dancing for this young Mexican* guy tonight and during the second song, sat down on his leg wrong and, I think, due to his tight jeans, um, pinched something sensitive. He yelped and I stood up, alarmed, but he asked me to keep dancing. I became much more cautious. At the end of the third song, I was facing away from him and lifting my left leg to prop my foot on the chair when he leaned forward suddenly and I clipped him in the head. "Oh, hell, are you okay?" I asked. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he said. Then asked for another dance. I guess he was really that drunk.

I also had a lot of fun dancing for one extremely gentlemanly Canadian fellow tonight. Gosh, they're even polite in strip clubs. We did some dances in VIP, where it's a little dark, and he was checking his bills to make sure they were all $20s and said, "It's a lot easier when they're different colors."

And I saw a couple of cool regulars. All in all, it helped mitigate the insanity that is a Sunday at XTC, though some guy got tossed for exposing himself (to the wrong girl, I guess) and one passed out cold on the floor. Oh, and one of the dancers told me she's read my blog and tried to pick out which dancers I referred to in some posts. I was just happy she liked it.

*There are some people in Texas who think of and use the term "Mexican" as a slur, as in "Those damn Mexicans took all the jobs. I really wanted to pick citrus this year." I am not one of them and use it as a term to refer to Mexican nationals. People of Mexican descent who are U.S. citizens I refer to as Hispanics. People from Guatemala are not Mexicans, nor are people from Nicaraugua or Honduras, all of whom I meet on a regular basis at work. I know this because my simple Spanish begins with "De donde eres?" when I'm chatting up Spanish-speaking customers.