I can't believe how exhausted I am. How exhausting that was.
I just worked my first shift at a real strip club. I got hired yesterday morning at the first club I auditioned at, and let's just say it's been an interesting two days. But now I'm tired enough that I'm trying not to cry, so I'm going to hold off on talking more about it. Plus, in case any of my stripclub cohorts (managers, customers, other strippers) keep up with dancer blogs, I've decided that I'm going to save the juicy details until after I get back to the West Coast.
I will say that working this one shift makes me really fucking appreciate bachelor parties. Tonight I worked my ass off for 5 hours and made what I would consider mediocre to medium money if I had made it at a 1-2 hour long bachelor party. Dude. And I only took one break, to pee and scarf a banana so I didn't pass out. Plus I was the last girl in the couch dance area, and the last girl on stage.
I can't remember if I mentioned that I'm going out of town with my very best friend tomorrow (the one who I'm visiting), but I am (Just checked, and yes I did mention it. Okay then.). To a place with a beach. We're very excited. I foresee a great many embarrassingly large drinks with umbrellas in my future.
More stripclub experiences are to be had after we get back, since I'm staying in Philly for an extra week for the sole purpose of working. Maybe a week off after this one night will lead to a hustling revelation and when I get back the customers will chase after me, fistfuls of 20s and 100s in their hands, begging to gently glide the bills into my g-string. One can always hope.