Saturday, October 4, 2008



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.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Out and About.

So I'm in Philadelphia.

I'm on vacation for a few weeks visiting my most awesome best friend. We're going on this random trip to Jamaica on Saturday (!!!) for a few days, and then I'm going to hang out in Philly for a week or so and try to work.

I actually have my first honest-to-goodness real strip club audition tomorrow morning.

I'm scared out of my mind. Maybe nervous is a better word for it. However you would describe that feeling you get when you're talking in front of people (and you have a soul-sucking fear of public speaking) and your body shakes and your cheeks are hot and you can't hear what you're even saying - that's kind of what I'm battling when I think about auditioning/working at a real strip club. Um, so yeah. No biggie.

My original plan was to audition somewhere today, try to pick up a few shifts before leaving on Saturday. In fact, I still may try to do that. But I don't have any gowns (what is this whole gown club the girls on stripperweb speak of? Seriously? Gowns?) and I'm pretty sure most of the Philly clubs I'm interested in require a freaking gown.

My new plan for this evening: Attempting to quelch this whole-body panic thing by going to the gym. Nothing like some major sweat time to steady my nerves (and wake my body up after my 10 hour travel day yesterday, 13 if you count the time change).

About tomorrow (or, you know, maybe tonight) - Wish me luck!