I brought a new girl to work today. I know her through a mutual friend…and she’d already come in on her own. She needed a ride, and I told her I could do it. Gave her some pretty basic pointers and the basic rundown of rules and courtesy, lent her a better outfit, and sent her on her way. Except…the girl is eighteen. And terrified. Stubborn, but terrified. It was like watching a deer in headlights on stage. She’s adorable.
The girl was too scared to talk to customers, all night long. Finally, a customer asked her for a dance and she accepted. She said her thighs were absolutely fucking killing her after one dance.
It’s always fun to hear the stories from the veteran dancers about their first nights, which always happens when there’s a brand-spanking-new, never-danced girl in the club. I’ve heard some good ones. One dancer (who started in ‘93, we determined, after lengthy simple calculations) told me she started when she was fifteen with a fake ID, and I learned that she’s writing a book and nearly finished.
Had time to chat with another dancer at length…one I very much enjoy and don’t see often. I think I have a mini-girl-crush on her, actually.
At the end of the night, just past finale, I locked monkey-toes with another dancer, and giggled the rest of the night away making each other stretch. Strippers really are like cats. And some are also easily amused (ahem, me).
Managed to forget my healthy sandwich in the car tonight, and the cheese melted and it got pretty gross. Wound up drinking my supper.
Took a few dancers home (their homes, not mine) tonight. I felt good. It was just a fun, good, happy sort of night. I love these kinds of nights: the ones where I giggle and play and get to really talk to some of my coworkers and still make money.
I’ve been managing to keep up on workouts…when I am able. Last week, I overdid it and got some well-deserved shinsplints. I waited until I was sure I was fine (minus working once but, using different muscles to control the foot in stilettos, I was okay). Today, I went to stretch and felt some soreness in my right achilles. I alternated running and walking over two miles and didn’t push too hard. Any runners want to pitch in with advice? I stretch for twenty to thirty minutes before and after running, concentrating on my feet/ankles/calves/thighs, hips, and lower back.
And I failed at the not-smoking mission today. Failed is an understatement. I smoked like 2/3 of a pack tonight. I am going to try again tomorrow, but I know it will be hard. (-sigh-)