Week 21 which was May 19 through May 25......did I work? Let me think, yes but I have no recollection of anything that happened. Besides that I was there. I need to write things down in order to remember unless something out of the ordinary happens. Because it's the same thing over and over and over again. Repetitive purgatory.
The next week, week 22 I called out on Tuesday. And this is what I had on Friday.
A girl sitting on the stage when I was up told me I looked like a fairy. Yes.....I like that. Then she told me that her brother and her had been in to the club a while back and he asked me for my phone number. I did not remember that. Friday there were a lot of young immature rude boys in there. We were all annoyed with them. As soon as my name was scratched off the board I escaped the purgatory and went home. And I guess the remaining girls got into it with some guys after I left and it even turned violent. Like really now. And this is what I wore Saturday.
Ok so now to this week, week 23. Another mermaid likening. I like mermaids and fairies so I if somebody thinks that I look like a meramid or a fairy then that's good.
Tuesday I had a good conversation with a nice guy. That is always fun. Until he asked if I wanted a roommate, meaning him. Yes I know we are getting along great here and now but roommates?
Wednesday a dude that works locally as a cab driver came in, first time. He asked me all kinds of questions, I call it 'the interview', these guys (some, not all) think that we should just answer all these questions they have for us. It is ridiculous, cross-examination almost. And after about ten minutes or so of meaningless chatter I asked him if he wanted a dance and then he raised his voice and declared that he NEVER has to pay for attention from women. OK.....I really don't care, it is irrelevant. You are in a strip club.
I was very polite about it actually and excused myself because it was my turn on stage. He then complained to the bartender that I acted offended. When in fact NO, I did not. I did not act like anything. It is called projecting, HE acted offended. Not me. My turn on stage so I left. I would had left anyways, he was not interesting, questions were annoying and he was not spending a single dollar on the dancers. I am not going to waste my energy on that.
A very fun and nice group of guys were in Friday as a bachelor party. Polite, fun, respectful, grateful, tipping, dressed nice, looked nice, not smelly. Yea....believe it or not, not smelly is not always a given. They asked me and Lavender to do a bachelor party dance for the bachelor on stage. It was a success.
Saturday some couples were in, getting all excited. I felt tired all night and had low energy. Counting down the minutes until I could go home. But I stayed late because I gave one of my co workers a ride home and she did dances at the very end and then me and another of the girls helped her count and straighten out her ones (one dollar bills). I was not home until 3 am. How did I work in Vegas until 5 am? Sometimes even later. Unreal.
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