I made sure to get the earlier flight into STL on Wed. I made a new friend last time and I wanted some quality hang time. Conversations can be awkward if you let them be, but sometimes, you just can't tell. I could've listened them elaborate on nearly anything. Passionate people on the inside, busy in their own heads. Quiet, stoic, & non-chalant on the outside. I regret having one too many, a far cry from my couple drinks a week. Losing track of the time that I wanted to be fun, turning into blank misses of a few hours. It weighed on me the rest of the weekend, "too bad you can't remember, you big dummy. Hope you didn't do anything stupid! Who knows if they really want to hang out with you now!" I have too many meaningless encounters that can't be over fast enough when at work. So when the ones with people I like and want to connect with, don't last and I can't remember if they were awesome... that bums me out. I'm not trying to make something more than it is, but it'd be nice if it was close.
I got to my 'middle of nowhere' hotel on Thursday afternoon, not looking forward to the hours before I would go to the club. They seemed daunting, as I'm not the best solo time passer. Made phone calls to my favorites, went for a walk down the rural highway, cars blowing past the Cracker Barrel and Hardee's and not much else. Just trying to stay outdoors for the sunset instead of cramped in a room with 2 beds and a sink. A suprise! Fiona would be getting into town earlier than expected and take me to the club with her! Some stretches, shower and a bit of bad tv, time is funny when it decides to pass. A usually slow night turned good when 2 hispanic Veterinarians took an interest in me & my tattoos. Not bad money until I couldnt sell the one a VIP room because I wouldn't specify "what I would do" in there. I finally said "I cannot have any sexual contact with you" during a couch dance and he wound up getting one with the short blond with the stupid, out-of-stripper-fashion purple outfit. Fuck! At least his friend had some class and way cooler pictures on his phone of his horses, reptiles, car & motorcycle. Overall not a bad start; fiscally.
Friday included some Mid-west Halloween outlet shopping. I got a cheap 'Bill the Butcher' top hat & mustache for my new set. Score! Nighttime at the club involved what I dub a "striped shirt brigade". Large groups of bro-ish doods all in pressed shirts of varying pastel colors with vertical stripes. It's what people outside of laid back-hipster Portland wear when they're 'going out'. I had my lowest grossing night. My two, new fire troupe friends I just happened to meet when out on my "what happened to my Wednesday night?" came in, thank g-d. They were at the same bar with Burning Man friends when I realized that we all know the same people in PDX. It was awesome of them to bring friends to come to Hustler to see me. They're the only reason I made any money that night. Making connections and networking make me realize why I take these trips. I want to be bigger than the city I live in, bringing whatever it is I have to offer to other places, seeing, doing, and meeting more rad people and have tiny blips of their time. I can't wait to see St. Louis's fire scene in Nov. Thanks, you two! : )
Saturday was a riot. Started out slow, but a group of country boys in for a bachelor party had me in stitches. I was able to sell dances to 4 of them, because of my "sick tats" but also got to watch 3 of them line dance on stage with the waitresses, (quite well and almost in time) to some 'new-country' song they requested. I wound up jumping up on stage in heels and learning a thing or two. I was in heels for 11 hours, sold 12 dances, and had 6 drinks, all quite a lot for me. I also met someone who had seen me on Model Mayhem before. He was my favorite person to talk to, because we talked about more than me trying to skip around why there is no sex in the champagne room, go figure. I enjoy meeting people I click with on an actual level, not just "I'm just trying to get money out of you". Talking to hot people also doesn't hurt, of course!
Fiona and I were making a habit of staying at work until after St. Louis Bread Company (Panera) would open at 6am, so we could go get cheese danishes and egg sandwiches, oh yeeeeah.. She always leaves on Sunday. She has a long drive back to MI, which left me in Athena's care last time. But alas, alone again. I got my schedule text from my one boss in PDX and always get bummed about my ration of a week. 2 mid's and a day shift. The ultimate dichotomy of the reason I travel. The only ones who don't think I'm neat are the 2 who pick my hours at the clubs. So I go to clubs where I pick my hours and therefore control my income, which can sometimes be more in a night than some of my 'team elite' co-workers see in a week. booooourms... Back to some solo time spent going for another long walk down the highway. Sole lyrics pop into my head "there's no healthy food at gas stations" I go to the one that sells bananas, and leave with snacks to pass the time at work. Little do I know, It turns into my best night of the week. I meet two electricians, one who think's it's hilarious to keep buying the other dances saying "now get naughty, like.. honey badger naughty, and slap his ass!" "Yeah, of course!" ew. The 'abused' wound up buying a Champagne room and we just talked. Hooray! I love an easy $200 :D
I had a super drunk hillbilly hoosier with a Seahawks jersey try to buy China Town (the $1500 VIP room) only to have his card rejected twice. I gave up on him yell-slurring at his bank on the phone at 4:30am and met two super rad kids my own age. They wound up kidnapping me and taking me to two of Illinois' finest 24 hour bars, (after making fun of the hoosier passed out outside the club, with his arms tucked in his jersey for warmth.. rock bottom.) They drove me back to Caseyville to check out of my hotel, we went out to an amazing breakfast downtown, then to their house to pass out on a futon at 10:30am. Amazing! They even dropped me off at the airport, on time. I love making new friends! I can't wait to go to the awesome restaurants they work at and have an enthusiastic show around town in Nov.
I'm in New Orleans at Barely Legal Oct. 26th through Oct 31st. Then back to St. Louis Nov. 8th through 15th. Check for updates on my Facebook fan page for 1 or 2 fire shows then, too.
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I got to my 'middle of nowhere' hotel on Thursday afternoon, not looking forward to the hours before I would go to the club. They seemed daunting, as I'm not the best solo time passer. Made phone calls to my favorites, went for a walk down the rural highway, cars blowing past the Cracker Barrel and Hardee's and not much else. Just trying to stay outdoors for the sunset instead of cramped in a room with 2 beds and a sink. A suprise! Fiona would be getting into town earlier than expected and take me to the club with her! Some stretches, shower and a bit of bad tv, time is funny when it decides to pass. A usually slow night turned good when 2 hispanic Veterinarians took an interest in me & my tattoos. Not bad money until I couldnt sell the one a VIP room because I wouldn't specify "what I would do" in there. I finally said "I cannot have any sexual contact with you" during a couch dance and he wound up getting one with the short blond with the stupid, out-of-stripper-fashion purple outfit. Fuck! At least his friend had some class and way cooler pictures on his phone of his horses, reptiles, car & motorcycle. Overall not a bad start; fiscally.
Friday included some Mid-west Halloween outlet shopping. I got a cheap 'Bill the Butcher' top hat & mustache for my new set. Score! Nighttime at the club involved what I dub a "striped shirt brigade". Large groups of bro-ish doods all in pressed shirts of varying pastel colors with vertical stripes. It's what people outside of laid back-hipster Portland wear when they're 'going out'. I had my lowest grossing night. My two, new fire troupe friends I just happened to meet when out on my "what happened to my Wednesday night?" came in, thank g-d. They were at the same bar with Burning Man friends when I realized that we all know the same people in PDX. It was awesome of them to bring friends to come to Hustler to see me. They're the only reason I made any money that night. Making connections and networking make me realize why I take these trips. I want to be bigger than the city I live in, bringing whatever it is I have to offer to other places, seeing, doing, and meeting more rad people and have tiny blips of their time. I can't wait to see St. Louis's fire scene in Nov. Thanks, you two! : )
Saturday was a riot. Started out slow, but a group of country boys in for a bachelor party had me in stitches. I was able to sell dances to 4 of them, because of my "sick tats" but also got to watch 3 of them line dance on stage with the waitresses, (quite well and almost in time) to some 'new-country' song they requested. I wound up jumping up on stage in heels and learning a thing or two. I was in heels for 11 hours, sold 12 dances, and had 6 drinks, all quite a lot for me. I also met someone who had seen me on Model Mayhem before. He was my favorite person to talk to, because we talked about more than me trying to skip around why there is no sex in the champagne room, go figure. I enjoy meeting people I click with on an actual level, not just "I'm just trying to get money out of you". Talking to hot people also doesn't hurt, of course!
Fiona and I were making a habit of staying at work until after St. Louis Bread Company (Panera) would open at 6am, so we could go get cheese danishes and egg sandwiches, oh yeeeeah.. She always leaves on Sunday. She has a long drive back to MI, which left me in Athena's care last time. But alas, alone again. I got my schedule text from my one boss in PDX and always get bummed about my ration of a week. 2 mid's and a day shift. The ultimate dichotomy of the reason I travel. The only ones who don't think I'm neat are the 2 who pick my hours at the clubs. So I go to clubs where I pick my hours and therefore control my income, which can sometimes be more in a night than some of my 'team elite' co-workers see in a week. booooourms... Back to some solo time spent going for another long walk down the highway. Sole lyrics pop into my head "there's no healthy food at gas stations" I go to the one that sells bananas, and leave with snacks to pass the time at work. Little do I know, It turns into my best night of the week. I meet two electricians, one who think's it's hilarious to keep buying the other dances saying "now get naughty, like.. honey badger naughty, and slap his ass!" "Yeah, of course!" ew. The 'abused' wound up buying a Champagne room and we just talked. Hooray! I love an easy $200 :D
I had a super drunk hillbilly hoosier with a Seahawks jersey try to buy China Town (the $1500 VIP room) only to have his card rejected twice. I gave up on him yell-slurring at his bank on the phone at 4:30am and met two super rad kids my own age. They wound up kidnapping me and taking me to two of Illinois' finest 24 hour bars, (after making fun of the hoosier passed out outside the club, with his arms tucked in his jersey for warmth.. rock bottom.) They drove me back to Caseyville to check out of my hotel, we went out to an amazing breakfast downtown, then to their house to pass out on a futon at 10:30am. Amazing! They even dropped me off at the airport, on time. I love making new friends! I can't wait to go to the awesome restaurants they work at and have an enthusiastic show around town in Nov.
I'm in New Orleans at Barely Legal Oct. 26th through Oct 31st. Then back to St. Louis Nov. 8th through 15th. Check for updates on my Facebook fan page for 1 or 2 fire shows then, too.
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