Welcome to Chaos !!

The club I'm working at for the rest of the week (unless I decide to leave and go somewhere else for some reason) is called Holiday House. It is inside a sports bar of some sort so it's really not a "real" strip club and that is quite noticeable.
There are two stages, one which is one of the WORST stages I have ever seen. Just an elevated square with no pole, some slippery linoleum flooring, a low roof, I'm inches away from it when I stand up. There is absolutely HORRIBLE bright green and white lights that blink on and off and blind you and show off every stretch mark, scar, pimple, stray hair and cellulite. Lovely. I don't know of any girl that wants to have that on blast. I don't understand how some club owners think, do they not look at the stage and pay attention to something as crucial as lighting in the club? Everybody should know that lighting, even in a restaurant is important and sets the mood. Do I want to go on a stage and showcase my cellulite on my thighs? NO. And I have some. There are girls in there with stretch marks all over their stomachs and boobs and major cellulite and I cringe when I see that. It just doesn't look nice whatsoever. Think of a dressing room mirror with some very harsh lighting. Lights in a strip club should be soft and on the dark side (not too dark) and reddish. I'd rather go on stage with some regular 40 W light bulbs than lights that make any girl look worse, unless you are a skinny 13 year old.
The club over all is very trashy. I don't know what I was expecting..... a miracle perhaps? I did work in Dallas SD the last two years and that too was very trashy. I guess I hoped for some sort of improvement here, but no. The guys are nice but most of them, MOST not all, are blue collar couch potatoes that get away from home for a week to go hunting. Not professional at all. And this is a description told to me last night by a nice man that has been coming here for 30 something years. I think he summed it up fairly well. Lots of burping and farting. Not by me, by the guys. I KNOW, totally DISGUSTING! Why am I here again I wondered several times last night. One more week of torture.
I did meet a few very nice gentlemen. And that is refreshing. They thought so too by meeting me because to be quite frank, some of the girls working at the club are scary and lack any form of refinement. They think that dancing is basically crawling out on stage, get down on all fours and shake their jiggly rumps around. Um NO. Then they sit around and text on their phones and glare at the other girls (like me).
The first night was pretty bad but last night was decent money wise. I just hope it keeps up. So far I have seen about three or four pretty girls and the rest were basically trashy.
But everybody has different taste and some guys that go to strip clubs like the trashy look and behavior because they think that there might actually be a chance to get a girl that presents herself like that to go home with them. Plus they are trashy themselves sometimes.
Whereas a classy and nice looking girl is more out of their league and intimidating.
I stay in a picturesque trailer. Quite lovely if you are into the trailer life. LOL. I have a spartan room outfitted with one bed and some rusty hangers in the closet. The bed has a sheet.
I went out and bought my own pillow and asked for another sheet to cover myself with when I sleep. I might have to buy a blanket and don't want to sound cheap but I think that at least clean bedding should be provided for the girls that travel, so you don't need to bring that with you. Especially if they charge $40/night for the trailer life experience. I am going to try and negotiate that price, really $40? I mean, do I want to travel with pillows and blankets? Pay for an extra suitcase on top of the one I already checked? Not really. There are no locks on the bedroom doors, so I can't lock the door when I sleep or when I leave. I always bring my money, laptop and PRADA bag with me when I leave. There trailer also has a bunch of bugs. I'm not sure what they are but they fly. I take them outside but they come back. I also took out a spider from my room and a yellow jacket. I like animals but come on now!



Besides the insects, I share this quaint little trailer with three other ladies. One of them has to sleep on a bed in the living room/kitchen area. She is OK during the day, sleeps mostly but at night she gets completely WASTED and I take her back "home". She is amazed that I don't drink and I think to myself, thank God I don't because I would not want to look and act like you do around midnight. She stumbles around and mumbles. Hangs all over the guys that try to get rid of her. She told me she got fired from one of the clubs in Williston (Whispers) for drinking too much. No shit! And let me tell you, most people drink here and in Williston, so to drink too much.....that means you are WASTED, like I said. Last night on the rather uncomfortable ride home she stared at me the whole time then proceeded to sneeze 12 (yes, 12!!!) loud and wet sneezes back to back. GROSS. I wrapped my scarf even tighter around my face. She asked me if I was cold, I said yes.
The other two ladies are ghetto hood rats from Florida with no class whatsoever. One is very skinny with some bad bolt on boobs that she proudly displays all over the club (LOOK at me, I bought boobs!!.) Some girls here don't cover up when they leave the stage, they just let it all hang out. I mean, why not right? That would never happen at a more upscale club. She looks like she has been friendly with the pipe a lot in her life and I don't refer to a weed pipe now. The other one is a tall blonde with a big stomach. She has a bad attitude and I had to tell her off the first night because she acted inappropriate towards me. I really don't want to elbow anyone in the face and rearrange their teeth so I told the "house mom" that I didn't come all the way here for a bunch of lame drama. But if I have to I will use the elbow or a precisely placed round kick to her face if I have to. Really, don't fuck with me.
There are two girls working here that worked with me this past summer in Alaska. Me and another girl nicknamed them Alf and Oksana. Alf because she looks like Alf in the face.
And Oksana because she looks like she is strong enough to pull a plow. Or wrestle a bear.
When people drop a beer bottle or a glass on the floor in the club or when one of the dancers kick it over by accident while on stage, the mess does not get cleaned up. There are wet areas and broken glass on the floor and you have to be careful walking around so you don't slip and have an accident. To get up to the second level where the dances are done you have to climb up a steep spiral stair case that is downright an accident waiting to happen. Very bad idea. But like I said, this is some kind of a sports bar that gets turned into a make shift strip club during pheasant hunting season. As far as any nice place in town to dine at etc.....I haven't seen any.....yet.
The staff so far are nice. I haven't really dealt with them much except hand over the steep house fee and the DJs tip and when I told the "house mom" about the hood rat and her behavior.
But now I am going to see if I can find a park or something so I can get some sun and fresh air before I am returning to the Sheraton (trailer) here in town to shower and get ready for another night at the broken bottle palace.

So I finally got a new start page as you might have noticed. YEAY!!!!
www.fargosisters.com
The old one is no longer relevant, it was absolutely time for it to retire. Julia, the other girl in the pic.....in case you are not in the know of the story, she and I started this blog together back in 2006. We wrote a few entries together and she penned entries by herself but then she decided she no longer wanted to write (here at least) but I thought it was so much fun so I continued. GOOD huh? You can read all those older entries if you browse thorough the archives, it will specifically say who wrote what entry at the bottom. I think that Julia's last entry was in 2007 if I am not mistaken.
So old look is gone.......



And the new look is here. I did not make the start page. It was all done by KISA, my very kind friend in Germany that has been helping me with all the blog's issues for a few years now.
I have never even met him in reality and he refuses any form of payment, even a Christmas present. Without KISA and his expertize I would had been lost when it comes to updating stuff, fixing bugs and getting a new start page. So THANK YOU KISA, you are wonderful! ❤

So I am in a small town called Winner, that is in South Dakota. I really hope that this town will live up to it's name......I started my journey Wednesday evening and it took three airplanes to get to Sioux Falls, then I rented a car from there and drove to Winner, that took about four hours. I was exhausted last night, my body felt weak my eyes just wanted sleep but I still went to work. The clubs name is Holiday House.
I am kind of strapped for time today. I didn't wake up until 2 pm, dehydrated I know the feeling because my brain feels on the verge of a headache.
I need to get in the shower no later than 4 30 and I have some errands to do before that so there will be more details about Winner and the club another time. And I already got some stuff to talk about, you know me!
There is not even a decent coffee shop around (not that I know of at least) so I went to McDonald's for a coffee, some salad with no meat, they only have salad with no meat as a side salad and free wifi. So I am going to scarf down this fine meal and get going.



PS.....note my pink heels on the Welcome To Winner sign.

After pulling up some pictures I can see that some things only get better with age. I decided. I'm sitting here having a hot chai, feeling kind of sad I guess. It's time for some new adventures.

I'm finally in bed after a rather busy day. I went to the pool again, hopefully I will keep this routine up through the winter. I got to the pool late, I only had 30 minutes until closing but I still managed to do 36 laps. Michael Phelps might have competition! And I had the whole pool to myself, I wish I could bring Chhaya inside.....she would love it.



After that I took Chhaya out for a long walk, found some new trails that are really pretty. I love it when I discover new fun places for me and Chhaya to walk. Then I saw a sign warning people of recent bear sightings on the trails.....although bears are super cute I'd rather not come face to face with one.



After that I did errands, got some take out food and ice cream, came home, ate, relaxed a bit with a book and then I got busy cleaning for a couple of hours. Now I am in bed with almond oil in my hair. I heated up the oil first and then I rubbed it into my scalp and poured it all over my hair. I also put a honey mask on my face. I used to do a face mask at least once a week and some form of hair treatment about twice a month but I have gotten lazy on that bit. I am sleeping with the almond oil in my hair overnight. Another hair treatment I used to do is mix egg yolks and olive oil, put that in my hair, on with a shower cap and leave it in for about an hour. I've read somewhere that certain nationalities spend more time caring for their hair, doing oil treatments and masks, especially Indian and South American women. While a lot of women in the US spend more time coloring, blow drying, styling and flat ironing their hair and that is of course not that good for the hair. So spend more time caring for your hair than shocking it with heat and bleach if you want better quality hair. I need to step up my hair care regimen with some form of a treatment like the almond oil twice a month besides only conditioning every time I wash.

Hair oil and honey face mask. Very NICE! Borat likes VERY much!

Today when I logged into my beloved project.....my blog.... I found this comment from a
Mr Ashwin. He commented on THIS entry that I borrowed from a girl called DominoXXX, she writes a blog too. I put three of her blog entries (with her permission of course) in my blog because I thought they were funny, kind of true and relate to stripping. Mr Ashwin had this to say.

"I have never seen an Indian guy at a strip club. Even the FOB Indians are not interested in white meat as soon as they land on western shores. They are still homesick and have a picture of an Indian women as their ideal dream girl, not a white one.

I find it hard to believe what you said here: "They try to touch you, and on the off chance that they do buy a dance, chances are they’ll pull out their cock and expect a blow job." Never, most Indian guys are virgin till their marriage. They lose their virginity at the age of 21 years old which is the latest in the entire world.

I do believe in stereotypes if they are true, but this one just ins't even nearly true.

I am pretty sure you are an Indian because it is only Indians who notice other Indians if they were at the strip club, and you must also be Americanised because you are trying to intentionally distance yourself from the FOB Indians just to make it seem that it the FOB who create this negative stereotype and you are not part of it.

I think the India Guy write up seems to be based on your own personal experiences. You must have been this FOB once and have changed to this Americanised version, hence you are really writing about your past, aren't you?"

I don't think that Mr Ashwin is a reader of my blog although I am fairly certain he will be now.
If he would had been a reader he would know that I am NOT Indian and I guess I would pass for "White" since this is the label I would get here in the US. I never thought too much about labels like that when I lived in Sweden.
Mr Ashwin, I have seen many Indian guys in strip clubs and note that it wasn't me that wrote that entry, it was DominoXXX. Although I can tell you this much, many of the Indian men I have encountered at my job have been rather demanding, not understanding or wanting to understand that they are in a strip club and not a brothel and they were often persistent with creepy demands, a few of them have been borderline rough, trying to hold me down while I was trying to get up and away from them etc. Maybe a cultural thing? You know how in some cultures women's rights are not as pronounced. I know that I am far from the only dancer that had these experiences with Indian men in the club, some dancers flat out refuse to approach them because of similar circumstances. This is well known in the dancer community. Maybe Indian guys prefer Indian ladies and dislike white meat as you call it.
I myself think that many Indian women are absolutely gorgeous and I think that Aishwarya Rai is one of the most beautiful women in the world. What kind of meat a guy prefers does not concern me but trust me I have seen quite a few Indian guys in strip clubs so I guess they must like watching different kind of meat once in a while. As far as them being virgins or not.....I wouldn't know. I don't ask random people if they are virgins. And most clubs in the US (where they serve alcohol) are 21 and over so I assume the Indian men that visit those clubs are devirginized, based on the statistics you provided in your comment.
I have met many nice Indian people, I even have Indian readers that are lovely. So please do not take any of this as an insult. Of course I know that far from every Indian guy is some creepy demanding perv. BUT I have ran into a few of the creepy ones at work and that is just stating the facts.

Mr Ashwin, I hope this answer clarifies some of your concerns. I hope that you are not too upset. And welcome to my blog, I am sure you will LOVE it! PS.....thank you for commenting too!