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The other day while applying some MAC eyeshadow, in the shade "Vanilla" to be precise, I was also watching America's Got Talent.
A very funny guy named Horse came on. His talent is that he gets kicked in the balls. Or have heavy objects dropped or slammed into his crotch area. While also using all kinds of fun props. I think he is highly entertaining and hope that he gets far in the show, I'd rather see him win than a boring singer. People that sing should go on American Idol or some other singing competition.
Anyhow, watching Horse made me remember when a guy came into the club wanting to get kicked in the balls. You might think that I jumped at the opportunity but I did not. I will gladly kick somebody in the balls if they truly deserve it but to hurt somebody that has not done anything to anger me.....no, so I declined. He politely asked every girl in the club, all turned down his request until one finally agreed to do it for $ 100.
So they disappeared into the room where we do dances and came out about 15 minutes later, she $ 100 richer and he a happy man (I assume).
Yes, it takes us about 15 minutes to make $ 100. Sometimes more if we get tipped on top of the $ 100 (three songs about 5 minutes each).
And then there are times when I make $ 100 or more in about 10 minutes, when I go on the stage for two songs. That does not happen every time I go on stage though. But anyways......back to the story.
A while later Mr Balls came up to me again and asked if he could show me something on his phone. Of course! He showed me some videos of him getting kicked in between his legs in various positions, standing up, sitting down, from behind and one where he was holding himself up wheelbarrow style.
He was really into this torture, or in his case pleasure. And that's fine, I am really not judging him. There are worse things you can be into, like pedophilia or zoophilia. I thought all of this was quite entertaining and we all had a good laugh because of Mr Balls.

I love these shots we got in the pool. Even my Mom approves.
Photos by Barry Gallegos. Thank You Barry!

Spending this evening at home with Chhaya. I just fed her a large bowl of food and she is laying next to me on the couch, curled up and snoozing.
I kept myself very occupied all day with errands, laundry and cleaning. I still need to put away all the laundry and I think I am going to force myself to vacuum before I go to sleep, so I don't have to do it tomorrow. I decided to get everything done at home instead of spending my evening at work. And I am kind of cranky too, bloated and on my period so it is probably good that I am taking a night off. I am definitely not in the mood to be chatty and smiling. But I will be tomorrow!

Today - destination Seward. I have been there once before but not for the 4th of July. They do something called Mount Marathon in Seward on 4th of July, meaning a bunch of people run up and then down a steep mountain. This is a tradition since 1915 and it draws lots of people, spectators and the brave ones running up and down that mountain.



It was not the nicest weather today, good I brought my umbrella. I got happy again when I discovered the pie stand and even happier after my latte.
I got the rhubarb pie. It was diabetes inducing sweet.





On the way back home I stopped by the Exit glacier. That was very interesting, I found out about some hikes there that I would love to do one day.
The glacier is the large mass of snow in the middle.



I am home again and super tired, I am barely keeping my eyes open while writing this.
I hope everybody had a great 4th of July!

I saw Kate Moss on the cover of the latest BAZAAR today, of course I had to get it!!! I LOVE Kate! And there are 22 pages of Kate to drool over including the cover (and a Rimmel ad). She is bronzed and beautiful as always. I think that Kate looks Polish even though I know that she is British, maybe she has some Polish blood? I am keeping this BAZAAR, I bring all my read magazines to work otherwise for my coworkers to enjoy.
Today I am feeling kind of crappy. Not sure if I am getting sick or if I'm just overly tired. I am going to try to drag myself to work again tonight.
Tomorrow I might go to Seward to see what they have going on for the 4th of July.

I met him at Olympic Garden in Las Vegas. I worked there for a while......I never cared for it that much so after I while I just worked at Crazy Horse Too exclusively. Anyways, Olympic Garden had male strippers upstairs Wednesday - Saturday, I am not sure if they still have this going on or not. One evening I went up there with Shelley just to hang out and see the show. His name was Adrian and I thought he was the best looking guy in the club. Super hot! We started talking, the attraction was mutual and he could not believe that I was a dancer when he found out. He thought I was too innocent looking with my pale skin and long, straight brown hair. So many of the dancers in Vegas then had blonde hair extensions, huge fake boobs and a dark tan.....actually that's how it is now too. Though not all girls that dance in Vegas have big boobs and a tan, look at me.
At that time I lived in California and would travel to Vegas every so often. After a few more times of meeting Adrian we started dating.
It was fun and great in the beginning. I thought he was really good looking with his almost black hair that he would spike for work, blue eyes and a great body. He wanted me to stay with him when I came to Vegas and I did. We would get ready for work together and arrive there together. Then after work we would count our money and talk about our respective nights. It was fun.
Then one night he took me and Shelley to Utopia. It was one of the best nightclubs Vegas ever had, the best in my opinion. Forget about XS, Pure and whatever else they have now, Utopia was THE BEST. People still talk about that place. I have so many memories from there, I did my first E there and it was amazing.
Anyways, Adrian soon became jealous of my friendship with Shelley. Then there was a girl from his past that came back into the picture, she worked at Olympic Garden too and used to stare at me, she was upset I got to stay with him although she had dated him at some point and he had never asked her to stay with him. He thought she looked like Salma Hayek, I thought she looked like a curvy, almost chunky brunette with bad teeth. They started seeing each other again on and off and me and him were still seeing each other when I would come to Vegas.
Well, in the end the relationship didn't go too far, it was fun while it lasted. He was nice to look at but could be way too judgmental (I do not like that) and kind of jealous.
He spied on me a few times while I worked and would then throw it in my face though I never went upstairs to spy on him while he was dancing for women. He didn't like that I did lap dances for guys.
I think that the guys stripping upstairs at Olympic Garden were way more friendly with the women than most of us girls downstairs would be with the guys. More lovey dovey, holding hands, compliments - that kind of stuff.
The guys did $ 20 lap dances too. But their stage shows were more thought out than the girl strippers. All most of us girls do is go on stage for two songs, dance around a little, pose and twirl around the pole. The guys actually designed a whole theme for themselves, picked their music carefully and would also wear some kind of a costume to go with it too. Some of them were very good.
The women that went to see the guys strip would scream at the top of their lungs and tear at the guys. I would be horrified if guys would rip into me like that while on stage, that would never happen.
Adrian told me that the first weeks of stripping were very exciting for him. He felt great, sexually in power, women would fawn over him while giving him money, he loved it. But after some time he grew tired of it. In the end he reached a point where he couldn't stand it when women would be loud, lewd, obnoxious and crazy. And no, far from popular belief, not all male strippers are gay. That rumor must have been started by some angry, jealous "regular" guy not working as a male stripper. I knew plenty of straight guys that stripped upstairs at Olympic Garden.
Me and Adrian kept in touch as friends for a while though I have no clue to what he is doing today. I did meet up with him a few years after we had stopped dating, I lived in Vegas then. I didn't think he was that good looking anymore, he had gotten pudgy.