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Stories from last night

I had to stop and get gas before work last night. The gas prices are getting way up there, I put in $ 85 and still didn't have a full tank, that is ridiculous I have to say. I remember when $ 20 would get me a full tank, in my 4 Runner, in Vegas a long time ago. And I made it on $ 40 a few times between Vegas and LA. Here in Kenai the price for regular gas is $ 4.55 and that is with a 3 cent discount if you have one of those store club cards. It's robbery. It's not like I can walk to work.




Once I got to work I had to dig through my stuff and decide on something to wear. Sometimes I know right away and other times I am slightly annoyed because I feel like I want something new but I have enough stuff in my lockers that it should be sufficient. I have four pairs of heels and I am not sure how many tops and panties to pick from. So I ended up picking this.......one pink bracelet and some earrings too.



Work was sloooow, I was there between 10 PM and 2 AM, then I had to leave cause I was going to die of boredom.
But this is what happened while I was there.......
I noticed an older man standing by himself looking kind of distressed. So I went up to him and asked if he was ok. He said no. And then proceeded to tell me that he had to put his best friend to sleep that day. It was so sad. He cried and told me about his friend George, his beloved dog that lived to be 12. I got sad too and cried a little. The man told me that he considered himself to be a tough guy but that this was the hardest thing he ever had to do in his life. His dog was his best friend, the most loyal companion ever. His dog was like his child. He said that the passing of his parents had been a sad time in his life but the passing on his beloved friend was heart breaking and more difficult. We decided that George is in heaven now, because if there is a heaven, dogs certainly belong there, they are the most wonderful beings. I listened to him and gave him a hug. I understand, my Chhaya is my best friend and the love I have for her is.......I can't even describe it. I hope he is ok today that man, I felt so bad for him.

Then we had a guy come in with two women. They started out playing pool. And later moved closer to the stage. When I got up one of the women came to the stage and tipped me. Later on she came up to me while I was lounging on the couch and gave me some compliments, wondering what I was doing in Alaska when I should be somewhere else working. This always amuses me, because people sometimes assume that I don't know what's out there, when really I have worked all over the place. Then she told me that she owns a strip club in Vegas. Really, which one, I wanted to know because I used to work in Vegas and I have a house there too. She didn't want to tell me what club. LOL. Sounded fishy to me.
Then she said that I too should own my own club and make big money. Yeah, like you can just open a club, get a permit, liquor license, a loan to buy a place etc. over night. No thank you, I have to politely decline. I think I could manage a club (nazi style) but to be the owner, no thanks. Yeah, I would be a strict but fair manager. Clad in a uniform and thigh high boots, carrying a whip.
She said it is so difficult to find classy girls for her club and that she though that I and a few other of my coworkers last night really had potential and that she would even pay for airfare to Vegas if we would work for her. I though she was full of shit of course but I kept asking questions just to amuse myself with her banter. Like there are not enough girls in Vegas she can choose from.
At her club girls get paid $ 10/hour. And $ 120 for some kind of a VIP room "dancing" that doesn't last longer than 1 hour and 15 minutes.
Excuse me? One hour + for a meager $ 120? Ich don't think so honey! I informed her that I make $ 100 every three songs I do, dancing only and that in Vegas, most topless clubs start at $ 400 for one hour in the VIP. Like seriously, no wonder she can't keep any girls at her imaginary club. More like some kind of a cheap brothel. Then she said that many celebrities go to her place and also a lot of older guys that don't last long in the VIP. LOL. And yuck. If I was going to have sex for cash it sure would be for way more than $ 120/hour. Not even ten times that amount would cover it. Mhhhmmm.....the stuff I have to listen to sometimes......Then she left with her pimp (?) in tow. I think they were looking for girls to lure into some kind of a sex operation or something. Thinking they would find some dumb and willing ones in a small town. But......even at the small club I am at in Soldotna, that is slow right now, no girls jumped at the offer to work for $ 10/hour in wages and $ 120 for about one hour or so with old men that don't last long in the VIP room. I guess we don't need money that badly.

Speaking of money. The jackpot was up to $640 million in some lottery yesterday. I think a few people had the winning numbers and get to split the millions. Lucky them! I know what I would do.....first take care of my family and friends. Then go to a bunch of strip clubs and shower the girls with money. Travel. And help animals and people. When you have that much money I think that you must do something for others. At least I would. Life, to me, is suffering. I've said it before. We are here on Earth, some of us more fortunate than others. Everybody and everything we love will leave us in some way. We all die in the end. Alone. Therefore I think life is suffering.
So if I had the opportunity to do something good, to make a difference, to help, to brighten a life, I would. I try now too, in small ways. But with millions the ways are many.

Then we had a guy come in wearing sandals, hellooooo, it is cold and full of slush outside! He sat down at the bar and lit up a joint. The whole place smelled like weed. It was funny. He had to take his joint outside.
When I got outside, it was raining. I haven't seen rain in months. I miss how Vegas smells after a rainfall. Here I am driving home, in the rain. And that was my night......




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Mike on :

I've become a regular reader and agree with some of your fans, you are a talented writer.

mild cigar on :

"Life, to me, is suffering. I've said it before. We are here on Earth, some of us more fortunate than others. Everybody and everything we love will leave us in some way. We all die in the end. Alone. Therefore I think life is suffering."

I thought I was glum.

I know this is unsolicited medical advice from a stranger, but if I felt that way I'd investigate anti-depressents. For what it's worth I'd talk to my doctor and get started on some. At least for me things don't appear quite as bleak. Depression is a chemical imbalance and the meds do help. I will spare you a Pollyanna pep talk, but life can be more than suffering if you put in the effort. Good Luck.

Tatiana on :

Thanks....but I do not need an antidepressant, which btw I think people in this country gobble down way too much of.....very dangerous and foolish! I don't even self medicate because I have no need for that. I did not say that I am a sad person in general, on the contrary if you knew me or read more of my blogs you would know this. What I say about life being suffering, I find to be truthful. Look into Buddhism and see what that belief says about it. I am sure that you would be sad too if your wife/mother/dog passed away. And suffer from the emotions you felt.
But still, I appreciate the comment and thanks for reading!

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