Sunday night was pretty hilarious. I experienced both the best and the worst parts of my job in equal measure all night long, making for a pretty interesting night. The first two guys I danced for tipped generously, something that doesn't happen very often on $10 dance nights, so I was off to a great start. Then I get called back in to VIP to dance for a party, do a dance, get called over by another guy. This other guy pulls me over to his table and I start to dance, look down, and see that his fly is unzipped and his hand is heading toward his crotch. I say, "Uh-uh!" and he pulls his shirt over his fly as if that solves the problem. I head straight to the door to find a floorguy, but the guy disappers. I go back to the party, do some dances for the guys that had brought me back there in the first place, when I see the crotch flasher come back in and sit down with Edth. She starts to dance for him and no more than 20 seconds later is pulling her clothes back on. This time I grabbed the guy, he followed me to the front door, and I introduced him to Johnny for a little chat.
Too funny.
I worked the floor for a while, stayed pretty busy for most of the night, then got called over to a coed table to dance for one of the girls there. I'm just starting the dance when she reaches out with both hands and grabs my tits. I tell the drunk chick, "Uh-uh, can't do that," and she says, "Oh, then I don't want the dance." OK, then, I finish off the song for the guy that's buying the dance. A little later she's standing with a friend in front of the dressing room door, dancing around and blocking the way for Divine and me to get back there. I put my hand on her shoulder and excused myself to go through the door, and when we're in the bathroom, Divine says, "That chick looked at you like she was mad or something!" I said, "Yeah, I was doing a dance for that drunk bitch earlier and she grabbed my tits, then said if she couldn't touch she didn't want the dance." Out of one of the bathroom stalls comes one of the other girls from their table, and I say, "Sorry." The girl tells me, "Hey, that's cool, I wouldn't want that bitch to touch me either. She's bisexual and she's always trying to grab on me, but I'm strictly dickly." Hee.
Later on I sat with some really fun guys that work at Paradox, one of Austin's big meat market dance clubs. They were really entertaining and fun, and then I also met up with a couple of sweet country boys from Giddings that bought a bunch of dances. So all in all, a good night, but with some really entertaining detours.

Holly, the dancer-turned-waitress, brought me back the coolest present from her Thanksgiving trip. Her mom owns a yarn shop in Manhattan and she brought me back a beautiful ball of yarn - I guess I haven't mentioned it here, but I love to sew and knit. I also build my own bookshelves and change my own oil, all of which I attribute to my mom's general craftiness and country girl know-how. Anyway, I am so excited to make something with it - I think I'll make Holly a scarf or a hat with it, and maybe use some of it in another project. Here's the yarn.

I've been fantasizing about my own line of stripper-knit panties; maybe I can get to work on those after the holidays. I was so excited by the Playboy cover featuring Shannen Doherty in knit panties and sweater. Great outfit.

Overheard in the locker room:
Dancer A: "You know, I try not to act like a stripper when I'm out of here - I mean, I have PTA meetings to go to and I don't want everybody there knowing my business."
Dancer B: "Yeah, you don't want them to know down at the PTA!"
A: "I mean, I worry about what I wear when I go to school to pick up Alizé."
B: "Your daughter's name is Alizé? Shit, they already know."

A lot of guys at parties I've done have asked me if I'll teach their wives and girlfriends how to strip. I'm curious if there are actually any women in town that would like to take a class - I'm thinking about trying to offer one if there's enough interest in doing something like this. It'd be a lot of fun, I think, teaching civilians how to strip for their men,

I hope that you've all had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend; I've enjoyed my trip to the chilly Northeast, but the food on Thanksgiving wasn't up to my Southern standards. My homemade cranberry sauce was a hit with the Yankees who were used to the canned stuff.

I'll be back at work on Tuesday night. It's time to get out my Santa's Little Helper outfit, I suppose. I always love dancing to some of my funny Christmas music. I've always wanted to work up a little Chanukah routine too - I'm thinking a blue miniskirt with a Star of David on the butt and a little menorah in my hair, dancing to some klezmer. There isn't that much of an audience for that in Austin but if I lived up here I'd try it for sure.