The stripper stereotype guys were back on Monday, which was a dead, dead night in the club. How dead? I left with $75. One of the other girls made $13. It was insanely slow.

Tuesday was better, thankfully. I have turned in a list (I made a little spreadsheet in Excel, if you want to know) of songs I would like them to try to get on the jukebox, since the most current thing on there is from a year ago.

Last night I was heading in when I had a blowout on the highway. Thankfully it wasn't too far out of the city and it was before the big curve in the road, so I was relatively safe. Then a couple of nice men from Kentucky stopped to help me. One said, "I never leave a woman on the road." Words to live by, those. We got the spare on, but it was too late for me to get the tire fixed, and I couldn't drive the 60-mile roundtrip to work and back on a spare, so it was back home. I really didn't want to work last night, so I felt very guilty, as though I'd popped the tire with my mind.

I'm a little alarmed at some of the news I've heard about Blogger deleting porn blogs; I use my own hosting, so I know nothing will disappear forever or anything, but I've just been downloading Moveable Type in case I need to make a change. I mean, there's no penetration on this blog, but when a mainstream e-business gets sketchy about working with naked people, they tend to cut a wide swath (fuck you, PayPal).

So I was dancing for some older guy last week and I turned around and sat on his lap, standard move #1 for a lapdance, and he tells me, "Whoa, honey, take it easy. I want to be able to walk out of here." Hah. That is the first time I have ever had a customer request that I be careful not to arouse him. I almost asked if he'd like me to put my dress back on in case the sight of my half-naked body was too much for him. Actually, it was kind of sweet, but when you're at work in the strip club, stripping, because you're a stripper, and someone says, "Hey, don't be too sexy," it's kind of hard to know what to do. I guess I could have started doing the Charleston.

We are going out to the east coast for a couple of days to do some family things (and see Franz Ferdinand on Friday in Philly, yay) and I will be back at work next Tuesday night.

Approximate date for the move to Portland is around Thanksgiving.

and hoooooooooooook 'emmmmmmmm!

(no thanks to Penn State for hurting our BCS numbers by beating OSU)