You know what's embarrassing? Having the DJ announce your web address while you're onstage, then watching a customer pull up your blog on his phone. Then asking you, "So, which of these girls are pregnant?" Hah. That was fun. Now I feel like I should begin each post with "Oooh, I was soooo horny doing this lapdance for this totally hot guy last night. I seriously thought about pulling his pants off right there."

But really . . . maybe I should put a photo at the top at least in case this happens again. I didn't ask him to announce it, by the way, just told him about it.

Last night was strange; a kind of slow, young, and drunk crowd, though I managed to squeak through with a decent enough night, and a really great conversation about hating the president during a set of dances.

I don't have much time left at Concepts; it looks like we'll be hitting the road November 30th. We got our first moving quote and it made me want to throw up: $7500. Fortunately a more reasonable one showed up with the next company. But all the packing remains; ick.