I haven't been into work yet this week; I have some weird ear thing going on. When I went to the doctor, the nurse first took my temperature in the healthy, non-irritated right ear, and it was 98.5. Then she took it in the inflamed left ear and it was 99.6. So I have my little bottle of drops and am avoiding my daily river swim. Hah.

Overheard last weekend in the dressing room:
Girl 1: "Wow, you get home fast!"
Girl 2: "Yeah, I drive about 80 the whole way home."
1: "You can do that, though, 'cause you have a license."
2: "Who has a license?"

Happy week in Cincy; Mark Mallory was elected mayor, and I think this is the first time I've watched the election results and been happy since 1996.

So one thing of note about being in a tiny little club like Concepts where the dances are done in a small, communal area: nothing dirty happens. I mean, they're grindy lapdances, but there is no way to get away with pussy flashing, customer touching, nipple licking, etc. And I want to mention how pleasant this is for strippers--when everyone gives pretty much the same dance, it's sales skills, personality, and looks that make you money (plus your unique variations on the theme) rather than what you're willing to do. Unlike back in Austin where your mileage level can make or cost you money to a certain degree.

I'm looking forward to Portland where it's even lower contact (though I have to admit to a certain fascination with the idea of working in the lingerie modeling studios, otherwise know as "jack shacks" because the customer "takes care of himself" while watching the "model").