Some Days You're Hot.....

And then then there are other days. Yesterday would have been one of those days.
I'm persistent if nothing. And so I will pick myself up, dust myself off and get back on the ride.
I've gotten the worst of the week over with already and only have one way to go from here.
Never underestimate the power of a positive attitude and a powerfully high pair of kick-ass stripper shoes...

Missing Time

I miss being able to afford the luxury of time. Time with my family. Time to be able to work on my own project.
My own project is so close to being completed. Just some little tweaks here and there that should be done. Things I'd like redone. Still shoots for the box cover. Promotional headshots. Website construction. It's frustrating to see the roughdraft. It looks so great, even the first time around. So close.
But I need to work. Need to keep money coming in. I'm happy to be able to do that for them for a change. And so I keep on shakin' it.

Off the Grid

So I've been gone this week. Neither here nor there. Needing to take care of things. Needing to take care of my family as I can. It's back to the club tonight. I hope my knees have been able to benefit from the rest they've had. I wonder if it's a genetic thing I've inherited from my mother's brittle bones or if it's simply that I'm no longer as young as I'd like to think that I am at times. I remember hating doing deep-knee bends even in school as a child. All the more reason to keep doing them (says the masochist....No pain, no gain....Mwahaaaaa.....).

Learning The Ropes

I've come to understand how to deal with the shoe issue better. It helps to bring two pairs of shoes. Let one pair wear on you for a while and, if they should begin to hurt your feet in some place, put on the other pair that wrap around the feet in another place. I actually haven't had to do that though. I worked last night. My second "weekend night", from 6pm to 3am. And, aside from having lost a little feeling in the bottom of my left foot for several days now, my feet are pretty good today. It's my knees that are the problem. All that glucosamine isn't enough. When I've been on my feet for a while and I go to do a squat...you know...the little sexy poses with hands on the knees...I've found that coming back up doesn't always feel quite as...sexy...as going down. So I've propped pillows under my knees this morning while I have my latte and am giving my bones some much needed tlc. I'm seeing and feeling the benefits of this exercise already. It's been amazing on the top of the thigh muscles. Doing yoga always benefited my upper body (among other places) without it ever feeling like work. And the results were apparent and amazing. But any lower body work seemed like, well, work. And I was lazy. This job has been good for me in that I'm paid to work my tail off. I've dropped most issues I have with my ass. Now that I've had as many men (even some women) giving such positive feedback on it when I'm up there shaking my tail feathers and have gotten tipped so handsomely, I realize it may not actually be as bad as I'd thought. Quite the contrary. I could do worse.

"As Seen In Porn"

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Showtime Sunday

It's Sunday morning. The one morning I've allowed myself to sleep in. And, naturally I'm unable to. The rest of the house still sleeps. I'm so envious of that. It almost makes me unreasonably angry enough to want to start banging things around in the kitchen, opening drawers and stuff. Why is that? Selfish, I know. And so I sit quietly, hoping that one day I'll be able to sleep so well. One day...

But that day is not today. And I'm back to work this evening. It's the first night shift for me. If I work three days I get to work on the weekend nights. That's where the money is. But the place is also stuffed to capacity with girls at night. True, LOTS more clients; buts also A LOT more glamazons. They're these waif-like gazelles. All mermaid hair, bronzed skin, and slammin' bodies...just gliding/strutting effortlessly in these impossible shoes. I disappear among them. I'm hoping I'll instead maybe stand out from them to even just one or two generous clients.

Looking like this doesn't come for free either. I was given a schedule of themes for each day. If you don't show up in the proper attire for the day, you don't get to work. Many of them are "long dress" days. Now, believe it or not, I don't own long dresses like the ones they're speaking of. These long dresses could hardly constitute for a dress anywhere but in a club like this (okay, or maybe Caliente from what I've heard; but that doesn't count since it ends up being taken off there as well). No, these are long dresses made of the very thinnest, bounciest fabric. Sometimes it is only two pieces of one-ply lace panels stitched together at the shoulders. Convenient for easy and quick removal. A gal needs to consider things like quick removal, whether she can wiggle it down instead of over the head (some gals can easily get away with this when they have great long hair that they whip around anyway; so it doesn't matter. Mine gets messed up) if the "bra" is going to show and, if it is, if it's going to ruin the look of the dress. So much to consider. For such cheap little fabric, these things are pretty expensive. I know this because the new Audrey has to look at prices now (ugh...). And the shoes...don't even get me started on the shoes. I'll be taping my feet up for protection tonight. Just another little trick I've picked up in the dressing room back stage. Boy am I getting an education back there.

Smoke and Mirrors

So it's been a rather interesting week, to say the least. I've actually come to enjoy the dancing. Mind you, it helps to have one fine, kick-ass d.j who tunes into my style and takes care of me when it comes to my feature dances. So much fun, even when the place is dead. I work during the day; so it's a toss-up. Although I met a wonderful man who can slay me with his taste in sharp dressing. It was all worth it in working yesterday. Some days are winners, some days....well....not so much....Maybe my dashing, prince charming traveling man will visit me again as promised. All in all it's been an interesting experience. I've made some intersting friends...Both clients as well as co-workers. And I count myself lucky for that.
When it's terribly slow, I enjoy dancing in front of the mirrors. I find it sexy; but it also makes for good practice. Hey, I'm getting pretty damn good at this....
Now, as for the lost voice. If only I could sneak in there and plant some massive air filters......