Tonight went according to plan. I drank the right amount, I was wildly entertaining on that stage, and I made a good paycheck tonight. It was really busy, like I expected. Rather dead in the beginning of the night but that didn't stop me. I had a long, intelligent conversation with one of the patrons, real nice guy. He was also good looking, which was a big plus.
All the other guys were just trying to get extra favors from me. I did quite a few champagne rooms, a few single private dances, and I made some seriously good money. I'm so happy. I was on fire, and it's good to stay on fire for as long as possible. Everyone was looking at me like I was the star of the bar. I really was, though. I have no competition. Not to be conceited but I was hot and feeling on top of the world.
So on stage, I kicked a full beer bottle onto the floor... busted the end open. And he asked me to get him another beer. I was like, "Uh, manager, I totally kicked his beer off, he needs a Miller Lite." I didn't have to pay for it, which was nice. I make that club so much fucking money as it is. I think I made the house $100 today... geez.
I need a real good massage and probably a chiropractor because my right shoulder is bugging the shit out of me. It is so sore from just busting it on the pole. I love doing pole tricks. If I didn't have to go up to collect tips all the time, I would have more time to practice pole tricks, omg. I would be so much better.
Anyway, I am dead tired my body is so ready for bed. Happy Thanksgiving and enjoy eating some hopefully juicy turkey loaded with gravy. I know that's all I want. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, all topped with a ton of gravy. None of that mac and cheese or other stuff, especially cranberry sauce, I just don't get it. It is not good. Oh well, I'm looking forward to enough stuffing to stuff my face with.