I have come to the conclusion that I have an extremely soft touch, because these strippers that danced for me last time were ROUGH! I mean, I was wearing a silk dress, not the most protective gear, but the first dancer I had was rubbing on me so hard I thought I'd get friction burns. Yowch. Hee, the fact that we were in a nude juice bar where most of the dancers were 18-21 might have been part of it (they were mostly novice dancers). One of 'em was truly fuckin' nasty in a fun way; nearly sticking her nipple in my mouth by force (no thanks; I know where it's been) and straddling me backwards and grinding her bare ass into my head. "Yours are real!" one squealed, and helped herself to a squeeze. Heh. My titties are a total novelty in Vegas.

The miss Exotic World kickoff was amazing. It was so wonderful to see true burlesque legends and current stars performing their phenomenal, gorgeous acts, and the audience was just as captivating to watch. I finally met my longtime hero Jo Weldon, who performed a tribute to Honey Harlow, and got to see Liz Renay and Tempest Storm on stage. Just amazing. I wish I could go tonight to see the competition.

Then I was picked up in the extremely hilarious white stretch Hummer limo (after putting a sign that said "I'm an asshole" around my neck) and joined the crew at Deja Vu Showgirls. Lapdances ensued, etc. Now it's off to the spa . . .