Welcome to Chaos !!

Last month I went to Amaye International Restaurant in Portland because I was curious about Somali tea and rice. So I asked a friend to join me and we went. Most of the dishes there have meat. They were out of the sambusas, so that must be a popular item on the menu. My rice was delicious. And the tea.......YUM! I decided that I will go back, even if it is only to have the tea.

I am very happy to announce that the houseless cat that I have been feeding since last summer and that took shelter underneath the building I live in has found a safe home. This poor cat has been living on the streets for like nine years from what I have gathered. Not anymore. Look at him......enjoying a nap not having to worry about anything.
Please spay and neuter your pets, or do not breed your pets. Be a good pet parent and be kind to all animals. I would had totally taken Tiggy (what I named him) in but Kaya feels differently about that.

Here is my little Sol de Janeiro tower. The Bum Bum cream I use at work. I put it on my arms, thighs and butt cheeks and scrunch it into the ends of my hair. For the scent. BUT the formula has changed, the Bum Bum cream used to smell so much better, the cream was thicker. Of course it did not change for the better. Sol de Janeiro should listen to the consumers, there are so many complaints out there pointing out that the Bum Bum cream is not what it was.
The two other creams, Delicia Drench and Beija Flor I put on my neck and décolettage before work and at night before bed.

Here is the recap of week 10's community service. Wednesday started out rough. First set on stage first shift of the week and I had to yell at an idiot to stop looking at me and stop talking shit. This particular predator has been coming in since I started at the club. He used to come in with a sad looking girlfriend and just sit at the end of the bar, down one beer after another and stare at us, the girlfriend kind of just sitting there patiently waiting to leave. I would always give her kind eyes and glare at him. His attitude sucks. Then he started coming in with another girlfriend. And repeat what he did with the first. Poor girlfriends. And then he became friendly with the owner of the club, so he would come in a lot and sit and talk to her for hours and drink for free. Somehow he thinks that he is El Jefe or something, I don't know why. He is super gross and extremely annoying, does not spend a dollar on the girls, gets way too intoxicated, acts aggressive with the customers in the club and acts inappropriate with the dancers that are foolish enough to spend more than one minute on him. He was in there from the beginning of the night until the end, pathetic idiot. 
Anyhow.....one guy remembered me from last time he was in there about a year or so ago. I vaguely recalled him. He said that I am just amazing and so talented. Ehhhhh ok. Yes yes very talented I know. I do as little as possible and move slow like a sloth. And the he said that our little club is his favorite place to be in the world and that he think it is just so much fun and wholesome. That was cute. He was nice, normal and well behaved. Thank You for acting normal. Normal behavior is almost rare nowadays. We have a new sign up. 

Then we had another painfully slow Friday. I felt warm and then I was freezing. The club was cold. Again.
A guy that attended last week's Fisher Poets Gathering event was in. So I asked him to write a poem about us. And he did! The Fisher Poets Gathering has been going on since 1998, it is a thing.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fisher_Poets_Gathering

So sweet! We need more poems about us.
Later on in the evening a drunk disheveled lady with Theresa Caputo hair stared at me and loudly declared "she is old" and then she cackle laughed. I paid her no attention but I told the bartender that if she decides to say anything else about me I will throw my eight inch heel on her and knock the wig off her head. I might be old but I am not ugly. AND LISTEN UP, I have worked with all kinds of dancers ranging from 18 to 60 plus. Ranging from super skinny to large. I would NEVER EVER go in to a strip club as a visitor/customer, look at the girls and loudly talk about them. This club attracts the worst gutter dwellers. If I could find a club in the area with strictly NO touching I would happily go there. Like tomorrow. 
The worst thing about this club is the type of customers that come in, so many, TOO MANY, of them are the most annoying simple minded idiots. And then this boy came in that only comes in for me. I call him boy because he is like 23, nice and he is actually good looking. Which is a bonus because that is rare as well. He said that that if I am not in there he will walk out.
I guess he doesn't think that I am old.
In fact, if I could figure out something else to do that is NOT soul crushing I would no longer dance. Because the idiots are not worth even me breathing in their direction.

Today I had to go to the grocery store, two different ones.....I do not like being in the grocery store. Too noisy. Too many people meandering around, yes I know that I am one of them. I feel like a sheep in a herd. Then I had to pay bills, do all that stuff one has to do in order to live in society.....and there are days when I just do not want to do any of that. In fact most days I do not want to do adulting. Because adulting mostly sucks. Who enjoys getting gas, grocery shopping, paying bills, dealing with rent and/or mortgage payments, checking and answering emails, laundry, work, driving in mind numbing traffic.....and it just goes on and on. Barf. I just want to be a stay at home pet mom at this point and do as little adulting as possible. 
BIG yeay for bagless grocery stores. I think it is ridiculous when people buy one or two items and want a bag. For what? You cannot carry those items without putting them in a bag? Bring your own bag. Some stores offer recycled boxes to put the items in, that works too. Do I use my own bags......of course. 

One of my lattes this week. Note to self - I should bring in my reusable cup more often. I am planning on drinking coffee at home in bed for the rest of the week until Sunday. And next time I go to the coffee shop I am bringing in my own cup.

Next week I have to go to the DMV......definitely not looking forward to that. 

Not much to mention about week 8. One of the frequent and nice visitors that comes in to the club took a longer break and we were atually worried that he was sick or something worse but he came back this week. It was good to see him again. He is one of the few that you can have a conversation with without suffering. 
Week 9. Ugh. This week a girl quit due to getting insulted by the owner of the club. Another girl is taking a break or quit. We have a new girl but I have not worked with her yet. And since a couple of weeks we have another new girl that I forgot to mention until now. 
Friday night at 9 20 pm the club was empty, except for us girls and the bartender. It was a bad night, it was a bad week. Friday a really nice man told me to pick out some rocks for myself, he carries a pouch with rocks on him. He comes in once in a while, he has a crystal hanging in his beard. Very interesting person, kind of reminds me of a wizard from Lord of the Rings.
I picked these. That was the highlight of the evening. 
Probably the highlight of the week. 

Since I am bored out of my mind like 80% of the time that I suffer in the wooden box I have to entertain myself somehow with my very childish humor. The banana peels we use to slap dudes with when they don't tip us enough.
Another way we entertain ourselves is to make up a club language. We do laugh a lot. People that come in probably think we are like legit insane and I like that, they can think that. This particular club is basically like a mental asylum. And I am not joking when I say that.