While on school business Friday I spotted a customer I've seen in the club several times. I would have said hi, but either he didn't see me, didn't recognize me, or didn't want to say hi. Wonder what he was up to.

My birthday was terrific yesterday. A customer bought me a birthday dance from Ruby, which was a lot of fun.

When I was walking up to the DJ booth, this guy complimented me on my dress. This hardly ever happens in a strip club. When you're out at a party or dinner, guys have to compliment your dress because they can't say "You're hot!" or "Great tits!" They can say these things in the club, so it's rare that they compliment outfits. It was a long white velvet dress that I made myself, and he was really impressed that I made it myself. He ended up buying a lot of dances, several of which he asked me to keep my dress on during.

He is a truck driver, and asked me to bang on the door of his cab to wake him up when I left the club, but something happened that made me forget completely. Around 6:30, a guy drove his car into the building next to us and flew out of his window into the parking lot. They weren't sure if he died or not. The fire department and sheriff's showed up. It was bizarre. And it was raining like crazy at the time.

It's my birthday and I'm heading into work right now, so if you want to celebrate, come on up. I'll be in until 7 or 8 tonight. Then more celebration.

Trio is one of those rare networks that makes the argument that 500 channels is a good thing. Witness their "Flops Month," specifically the resurrection of Cop Rock.

On another TV note, I've really been enjoying watching Wiseguy on DVD. I think I'm going to name my next pet Roger Lococo.

Yeah, so, I'm celebrating early tonight and am not working, will be in tomorrow on my actual birthday for fun and games.

Went in last night after class and remembered why I haven't worked a Wednesday in so long. It's because they suck. Even if I'd wanted to stay late, when there might have been some money in the club, I couldn't have, since I had to be up early today.

It's my birthday on Saturday and I'm really looking forward to not doing anything all damn day. And I'll also be looking forward to celebrating at work on Friday night. I'll get free house fees and a Chair of Pain, which should be fun. And maybe some of the girls will give me birthday dances. If anyone wants to come in and celebrate, feel free! I might wear my tiara headband all night. And I think I'll treat myself to a new outfit Friday, too.

Found myself at work on Monday, even though I had to be up Tuesday morning at 7. So that means I didn't stay too late, only from 6-10. Four hours is about right, though I wish I could have come in a little earlier. Even though Monday there are $5 dances from 7-11, I found it really easy to sell a lot of $20 two-for-ones last Monday when I came in around 4pm.

It looks like I'll be making a trip to Portland at the end of the summer, and I'll be checking out some clubs up there since that's where I plan to move after I graduate in December. Any suggestions? I know it's very different up there. Lots of stage work and not a lot of dance hustling. Should be interesting. It would be fun to focus on stage work, but I wonder if you can make decent money relying on it.

I'm in the process of putting together Girl-on-Girl Burlesque. The show's scheduled for July 17th, and we're going to have burlesque acts, go-go dancing, and an amateur contest. It will be women only, no men allowed. I've wanted to do something like this for years and I'm really excited to finally be doing it. My co-conspirator is Audrey, who put together the fantastic Burlesque for Peace shows. Anyone in Austin who's interested in performing or attending, let me know.

Oh, I have been so very busy with school and other committments that I haven't had a chance to update in a while. Summer school is brutal; I have class for three hours every single day of the week. The shitty part about this first session is that my classes are right in the middle of the day, so I can't really get anything else done once I've taken care of that and my new (writing) job. So very little work, though I did get myself in on Sunday and Monday this week. Sunday was a miracle of determination. I'd been visiting family all weekend and had a five-hour drive back to Austin in the morning, yet I was able to talk myself into working. It was ok.
On discount dance nights, I charge normal price for VIP dances ($20) because going back there takes me off the floor for a while. I also know that 80% of the guys who want to go back there are going to try to get away with something, and I want to at least be compensated at a normal rate for that. I don't always do this; there are some customers who I know will buy a lot of dances back there and behave themselves, so they get whatever the going rate for the night is.
Well, one guy wanted to head back there. I told him the deal, and we headed back. On the third dance, he tried to slide his hand up between my thighs when I had my back turned to him. I gave him a warning and kept dancing. At the end of the fourth dance, the same thing happened, so I picked up my clothes and started to get dressed. He begged my to do another, over and over, but there was no way I was going to keep putting up with that little move. It took me another song to get out of there. Fortunately the rest of the shift was unremarkable.

I set up Divine with a guy who was looking for a couple of girls to do a party last weekend, when I was out of town. He came into the club to meet her last week, and lo and behold, some skanky dancer (big gut, druggie) apparently undercut her on the price. Cutthroat behavior, and I'm sure Divine is going to rip her a new one for this little stunt. I'm not very pleased with the guy, either, after he asked for and I gave him a quality recommendation.

It's hot. It's so very hot. Summer school has started, and my classes are in the middle of the afternoon, when it's the hottest. I wish I could go to school in my underwear. I was thinking about not wearing underwear and just wearing sundresses, but I did just that the other day when running some errands, and it made me realize why I need a bra and panties in the summertime: that's where the sweat is. I need those undergarments for absorbtion.

From a bachelor this weekend: "I'm marrying the only other woman I've seen naked!"

Working with Jenny was fun. She is very, very attractive, a beautiful, delicate redhead with creamy skin and a beautiful body. She's also one of the sweetest girls I've ever met in this line of work.

One of the parties I did this weekend took place in a garage. I was wearing stilettoes instead of platforms and kept sliding around on the concrete floor. Very awkward, but I managed.

My arms are killing me today. I returned to the gym, and I guess I didn't realize how weak my upper body is, because they are just in pain. But I really want buff arms, and a firmer ass, and you have to go to the gym for that. I always feel like such a dork at the gym and like to go when there isn't anyone there, so I can do my lame little exercises in near-privacy. I've thought about just buying some weights, but they would just sit in my house.

Hopefully I'll be able to drag myself in to work tonight. I'm up so damn early to get to the gym and do some school things today, then it's class til midafternoon. I'll try, I promise.

I love New York City. Because you can get a delicious steak frites at 1:30 a.m. What could be better?

Our original plan was to have dinner at the Penthouse Executive Club, since they've got that ritzy steakhouse, but my date was wearing sandals and they wouldn't allow that. Tee hee, refused entry to a stripclub, how funny. Instead we headed to the divier Stiletto, where it's all nude and there isn't any food. There is a mandatory $8 juice bar, though. This was without a doubt the tiniest strip club I've ever seen. It's smaller than the dressing room at XTC. There's one very small stage, and there wasn't much of a focus on it. The girls were really bored up there, for the most part. I tipped one voluptuous black dancer and she was personable and funny, so I had a dance from her. My date got one from a slender tattooed brunette. Mine was better, I think. She was pretty fun. She slipped her head under my skirt and exhaled on my panties, and slipped her hand in my shirt and squeezed my breasts. The lap dances were topless, not nude, though I hear tell that in the VIP they go nude.

Back to work tomorrow; two parties with the lovely Jenny. Should be interesting.