I lost 2-3, probably one of my busiest hours. I got that extra hour back in wonderful October. The thing is, I didn't need that lost hour anyway.
I had another good Saturday. I love March. I love Pisces. Life is good.
I danced for a lot of douche bags tonight. No one wanted to be my bread winner. But there were plenty of customers. Probably too many. At one point I got nauseous from either exhaustion or all the stinky men. It was time for a break.
I had some oatmeal and got back to work. After I came back, some soldier wanted to redeem his military ticket, and apparently no dancer wanted to. I don't blame them. That made him so pleasantly surprised when I said I'd do a dance. He tipped me enough singles to pay for a dance so it wasn't any sweat off my back. I guess it pays to be generous, or "kind-hearted" in his words.
Apparently the sun has been shining and I've been making that hay. Here we go, spring break.