I lost my passport. suckage. because I always liked the idea that if I really wanted to, I could leave the country. now I can't
I have to go through the pain in the ass process of replacing it and I have no idea what that takes.
and my cell phone is randomly shutting off and delivery messages late if at all.
grrrrrr!
on the plus side, I started at a new club tonight and even though it was a shitty night I still did way better than my old club. the bad night's money kinda equals a good night's money at the old club. so I'm very happy about that.
however-- about a third of the money came from one chance custy at the end of the night. He was cranky about how he spent $950 on an hour with this one girl and how they just hung out-- I asked him if he expected sex and he said no.
He was really cool with me and never tried or suggested anything so I'm kind of inclined to believe him.
anyways I start giving him shit, and finally I think he asks for a dance (at this point since it's the end of the night I hadn't asked him first because I was just shooting the shit.)
so I ask him if he would like me to drag over a pedastel and play "watch the stripper eat shit from three feet off the ground." It's a fun game but he decided to go into the vip single song dances in back and we ended up doing five songs. lesson: even if a guy is bitchy grumpy about a previous bad experience with a dancer, it can mean that it's easier to sell to him just by showing him a little TLC, which could either mean tender loving care, or in this case tough love chatter.
he tipped $250 on top of that, and I'm kind of inclined to think that he meant to tip mebut it went to the waitress instead.
I think he meant to tip me that because I gave him a free song and paid for his beer to make his night better.
so tomorrow I'm going to have to ask the manager how to clarify where the tips go to. I'm all for tipping the waitress. I am NOT for tipping the waitress under the idea that you're actually tipping your dancer.
but he's cool and I might be seeing him on Saturday.
gosh I was such a loopy dork, but he loved it
I got a lot of love tonight being a loopy dork.
Anyway, even if it hadn't been for him, this lame night would have been considered a rather solid night at my old club.
I am very happy then-- even if I have to commute.
what else? what else?
oh I met the author of The Shameless Carnivore which is a new book out
I turned him on by talking about mongolian barbequed lamb with pineapple, lots of garlic and baby corn. and anything with pesto Gorgonzola sauce.
I also met the scout for an HGTV show-- that was cool. He was a lot of fun and really cute in a hot way. mebbe I'll see him tomorrow. not as much money as the first guy, but still good times.
I need a new phone-- I wonder if I got one with internet if I'd actually spend less time on the internet because I wouldn't be on my 'puter as much.
tonight was good.
it's almost 7am though and I just got back like an hour ago.
i didn't eat very much yesterday. I was kind of nauseas so I only had two naked juices, a couple bites of cold mac and cheese and a couple shirly temples.
I've been trying to eat small meals throughout the day but I don't know what's happened this past week-- I can't do it. I physically DO NOT want to eat, and often feel nauseas before during and after.




but it went to the waitress instead.
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