Week 41, I was only there Friday and Saturday but it felt like forever. Nothing stands out except the guy that brought a book to the club and sat at the bar at READ for hours, yes HOURS. I guess he had been there Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday as well with the book and then made sure to bring himself and the book Friday and Saturday as well. Ok.....you read books.....wow.
I do too. But in my opinion, there is a time and place for everything. Reading a book at the coffee shop, park, in your car, at the doctor's office while waiting for your appointment, at a reastaurant - yes. But if you go to a strip club and decide to read a book? I feel it is offensive. And other co workers of mine felt the same way. I read books and magazines in the club too (in the dressing room), when I have nothing to do. But I do not go to a club as a patron and bring a book to read. If I go to a strip club (which is rare) I look at the girls and appreciate them. Anyhow, he looked lame as fuck with his book. Like...you read? Impressive......NOT.
We were so slow Friday, until around 11 pm that I entertained myself with by taking terribly vulgar pictures of myself. Like this one for example.
Saturday a girl came up to me and said that every time she comes in my hair looks gorgeous. Really? Thank You. She must have seen me only when I have a good hair day.
Week 42. On Wednesday I was very popular for some reason. One older man sat at my first stage, I asked him if he was OK because he was like shaking. Then he got a dance. At the end, he was close to tears and said that I made his year and that he will remember me and the lapdance for the rest of his life. He was sober and sounded sincere. That was actually one of the nicest compliments I have ever gotten. To him, that dance and our interaction meant something deeper than just a lapdance.
I gave him a couple of good hugs and told him to take good care and come back if he wants to talk. I think he is lonely. I was pretty busy that whole night. It was a positive and fun shift. Good interactions with many people. I love it when it is like that.
We did have a group of very intoxicated men in there for a while. One of them was extremely loud. So loud that the bartender told him to leave. Again, it is a strip club not a gathering of you and your dude friends around the fire pit out back.
Another guy told me that he was getting a divorce after 18 years of marriage and 22 years together, I could tell that he was sad.
I listened to him and gave him a hug. He thanked me. I understand, sometimes you just need somebody to talk to.
On Friday some guy declared that there were so many drunks that could not handle their liquor in the club. Yes I know. Many of the girls that I work with do not drink alcohol at all while they are at the club.
A girl came in, she decided that I was her favorite and thought that I looked like a "natural majestic mermaid". Yes that would be me, the majestic mermaid......lol. She dances at a club in Portland, I might go visit and say hi next time I am there. And check out her club, she referred to it as a gentleman's club.
The heater is back in the dressing room. I spend a lot of time hibernating in there. I am cold a lot in the club. I wear thigh highs for a few different reasons. I am cold and they keep me warm. My legs are often hairy so nobody can see the hair.
And my legs are out of shape. I have not been inside a gym since over five years. And I am so used to wearing some sort of thigh high by now and feel "naked" if I do not wear any.
Lavender joined me and the heater, she knits beautiful blankets.
Saturday I wrote the Swedish word of the day on the board - groda. Look it up.
The club smelled pretty bad all night Saturday. Many guys that had been crabbing and fishing that day came in wearing what they wore during those activites. Stinky. Yuck.
Then somebody threw up in the men's bathroom, I guess on the walls and the floor. I walked out of the dressing room and continued towards the front of the club and then I could smell something foul, the puke, so I turned around and went back into the normalcy of dressing room. Just gross.
Towards the end of the night I gave a dance to a very grateful man that told me he had not been touched for four years, since his divorce.
Dancers are social workers and therapist as well. I mean it. Appreciate the dancers. Thank You.
And other friends.
And other friends.
I spent about two hours observing things. It was very interesting. I did not see anything violent or any destruction. There were some pepper balls. And a couple of interactions between the ICE agents (I assume?) and the crowd, when they (ICE) came out of the fascility to allow for vehicles to leave. They kind of make way for them. Somebody spoke on one of those really loud police megaphones and warned the crowd that you will get arrested if you do certain things. Fair. 
