What a Day! Taught my 24Lift Class, then did 45 minutes of cardio at the gym. Came home and had a sweet rental property land in my lap: seller financing, tenant already living in there, I might even get some cash flow from it! Sweet! I’m pretty friggin psyched right now 
Ok, enough, don’t want to jinx it.
Im truly amazed with the accuracy of the Investools Market Forcast indicator. Check out this 60 day/2 hour chart of the SPY. Basically, when the red, blue and green lines “cluster” in the extreme edges (you can see I circled the clusters in purple) AND that cluster is at a support/resistance level (particularly a Fibonacci Retracement) it indicates a potential reversal. So when they cluster at the top, I go short (usually buy puts.) When they cluster at the bottom, I close my short trade and wait for confirmation to go long (either buy calls or sell puts…depends on the VIX) It works like a charm every time!!! See, you can make money using squiggly lines!
Now for the juicy stripper stuff:
My friend Hal said to me the other day, “I’d love to be a fly on the wall of your club and just listen to the conversations you have. You must meet the most interesting people.”
I do….most of the time. Sometimes it helps break down stereotypes. On Halloween night at Scores, I met two very interesting people. The first was Thor. I named him Thor because he was Scandinavian (blonde, blue, fair) Really nice guy who’s wife of 22 years passed away 5 years ago. He didn’t usually go to clubs, but was in Vegas for SEMA, and when in Vegas….ya know…ya go to a strip club with your coworkers. I broke down Thor’s stereotype that all strippers were on drugs, didn’t lead stable lives, and would rip you off if you didn’t hold onto your wallet. I love when I honestly break that stereotype in a client’s head.
Here’s a good example of how I negotiate the VIP rooms at Scores. Thor didn’t want to buy a bottle of champagne, but he wanted more private dances and a quieter place to chat. So we went to the 3 for $100 room. I think that is the best deal at Scores. There is a two drink minimum ($28) and no one really times you, or counts your dances and tells you that you have to leave (Daisy, you may have some more feedback on this since you’ve worked there longer than me) So as a dancer, there is much more ”wiggle room” for your negotiation since you’ve cut out the cost of the bottle of champagne. This is good for your upper middle class customer who can afford VIP, but not the Havana Room. Thor and I sat there for I don’t know how long playing the “feed the meter” game (every 3 songs that I danced, and every 6 songs that we talked he had to “feed the boobie meter” $100) He tipped the waitress on the bartab and I tipped the VIP Host 10%. See a win/win situation all around: everyone made money: the club on four $14 cokes, the waitress, the VIP host, me, and Thor felt like he got a good deal. He’s going to stop in at Christie’s when he’s in Phoenix for Barrett-Jackson in January.
The second stereotype that was broken down on Halloween night was mine. After Thor, I went back on the main floor and approached a group of younger Hispanic-looking males. Really nice guys, also in town for SEMA. The one guy bought a dance for his little brother who had just turned 21 and had never had a lapdance before. I love when I get to “pop the cherry” on a strip-club virgin because I KNOW he’ll remember me forever. I remember my first lapdance (gorgeous girl named Jenn with really long blonde hair and green eyes at the Spearmint Rhino in Upland, CA) So, after I got one dance from 4 of the 5 guys in the group, the 5th guy says, “Its 3 for a $100 upstairs right?” I nod, and without waiting for an answer lead Ali up the spiral staircase.
So, it turns out, that group of guys was Pakistani, not Hispanic and it was Ali’s bachelor party. My stereotype of Muslim strip club patrons wasn’t very positive: degrading, expecting high contact, basically treating strippers like whores. We went right back to the same couch I sat on with Thor. I did 3 dances and “Al” was a perfect gentleman. Then we chatted a bit about cultural stereotypes and how he is a very Americanized Muslim: he still prays 7 times a day, and how just being in the club was against his religion….but like most 3rd generation Americans he has relaxed a lot of the strict rules of his religion. He paid me up front for three more songs, and was well behaved throughout.
Of course not all the people I meet break stereotypes. Other times it enforces them. NASCAR is in town this week….so there’s been a lot of rednecks filtering into the Phoenix area. Here’s a classic conversation between me and Jeb, a toothless drunk redneck.
Me: Would you like a dance?
Jeb: Can I suck your nipple?
Me: Now Jeb, look around you, do you see anyone else sucking nipples?
Jeb: Nope, that’s why I asked
Me: Jeb, lapdances only cost $10 do you think that’s a fair price for me letting you suck on my nipple?
Jeb: I guess not.
Me: How about this: For $10 I will do a really sexy dance for you and you will keep your mouth closed okay?
Jeb: OK.
I ended up doing 4 dances at that table. I had disqualified Jeb as a VIP buyer because I did not want a toothless redneck to suck my nipple, and I don’t make false promises about what I deliver in VIP. However, a little bit of patience and a sense of humor turned what could have been a nasty confrontation into 4 dances. The other 3 were somewhat sober-er (is that a word?) and apologized for Jeb.
So now I’m going to get ready for a CRAZY BUSY night. Nascar is always fun. Last year I sat with one of the car owners. He was from New York, and really didn’t care about NASCAR at all….he just knew it was an uber-profitable business. So I asked him, “Who’s car do you own?”
He promptly corrected me, “You mean… who drives my car?”
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