I took my profits/mitigated losses from this week’s market bounce and I’m just going to sit in cash over the weekend…with the exception of my theta positive monthly Iron Condor of course. If you understood that sentence, you are a trader geek like me.
To answer Rose’s question from my last blog. Yes, I LOVED Treasures and will be working there on my next trip. I learned a lot this past trip. A bunch of us StripperWebbers met for a business lunch on Wednesday to discuss our industry. It was great, we all work at different clubs in town and saw eye to eye on the same issues. Too many girls flooding the clubs, ego-maniac managers trying to control “their girls” from taking customers to competing clubs, what club is paying the cabbies the most to deliver patrons this week, etc.
How’s this for a small stripper world…one of the girls met her husband at The Spearmint Rhino in Upland in 1999 (where I met Vinnie in 2000.) We were trying to figure out if we worked there at the same time, but she left the club in Oct of 99 and when did I start….Halloween of 99! Sadly, that club has since closed it’s doors…sigh…I guess I can’t take Vinnie there to re-live our uber-romantic meeting for our 10 year anniversary 
For my newer readers who haven’t scrolled my archives, the conversation when I met my husband was something like this:
Me (walking over to table of 3 corporate guys holding up their beers): Hi! What are you guys toasting to?
Vinnie: Boobs! And you’ve got real ones! (I did back then)
Vinnie’s Boss: Here’s 20 bucks, dance for him please.
So Wednesday I worked from 4 pm-5am. It was a LOOOOOOONG shift. Treasures has free food and free alcohol from 4-6pm everyday. That is correct: no cover, yummy buffet, free alcohol, and strippers. Its mostly a local crowd, but I managed to convince a few of them to part with the twenties in their wallet. After all….their alcohol was free.
And so was my stage fee. Another bonus, free stage fee for entertainers who are in the door by 4pm. I spent about an hour getting ready in the locker room. Then I perused the buffet. It was mostly fried crap I don’t eat (buffalo wings, taquitos, egg rolls, mozz sticks, pizza) but they did have some yummy steak skewers, carrot sticks, and chocolate covered strawberries! And unlike Christie’s where I got reprimanded for eating food off the buffet during the VIP Party last summer, the manager asked me if I liked it! Can’t beat that….no house fee AND you feed me. Ding ding ding…we have a winner.
Like most Vegas stripclubs, it was pretty slow until around 10 pm. I’m not good at working a club that is only filled to half capacity. This is the main reason I do not work day shifts with much regularity. I thrive off the flashing lights, the thumping bass, and the alcohol induced energy of the crowd. Mackenzie is the opposite. Since she normally works dayshifts, she does really well when the club is nearly empty. So despite the free house fee and free food, I will probably return to Treasures around 8 pm next time. The house fee is only $50 and anyone who DID get in by 4pm has to pay if they stay past midnight anyway.
Another thing I learned in Vegas was how to pick guys up at the bar. In Phoenix, I don’t approach clients sitting at the bar. Why? Because there is usually a free table available in Phoenix that anyone walking in the door can sit down at. The guys at the bar in Phoenix are usually sitting there because they don’t want girls pestering them for dances. A table at a stripclub in Vegas requires a tip to the floorman. So, many guys who come in by themselves just stand around the bar
That was how I met Rebelyid. He was standing by the bar and was one of the few people in the bar that was actually taller than me. He was in town for World of Concrete; we had fun talking about concrete, the stock markets and everything under the sun. Who knew there was soo much to the Concrete business? I learned that there are many different types of additives to concrete, different ways to process and treat concrete, and of course different ways to market your concrete product! The best part about World of Concrete is that unlike CES, the attendees were overwhelmingly male. One guy said, “We had to go to the strip club because we were at (insert bar name here) and it was a bunch of guys sitting around drinking beer!”
Later that evening when I was on the SkyBar Stage, I saw Nick. He had that don’t I know you from somewhere look on his face. I smiled and waved. When I was finished with my set, I walked over and said, “I don’t know if you remember me, but you hired me at Olympic Gardens a looooong time ago.”
The light bulb went off over his head, “Yes, of course! I knew you looked familiar! Where have you been working?” he asked.
“Scores here and Christie’s in Phoenix. I was just telling someone the other day how I had to audition six times at OGs before you finally hired me!” I said
“It is a lot different now. But I brought most of the old OG staff here. Do you remember…(starts rattling off list of names)” he continued.
“Yeah yeah, I remember so and so” I said smiling and nodding my head…..I vaguely recalled some of the names, but that’s how you play the game.
It worked. The rest of the night the VIP hosts kept saying, “Hey OG! Long time no see!” and ushered me over to the VIP tables. I also kicked back a nice tip. Social Capital can make or break your night.
One of the tables was a group of older gents from San Diego. It was a bit after midnight, and they were on their way out. After doing one dance, Dan tipped me a $100 chip from the Venetian. “I’ll be playing 357 all night, come be my lucky charm.”
“OK!” I smiled being no stranger to Sharon Stone’s Ginger character, “I’m just going to work a bit longer to meet my goal and then I have to go there anyway to cash in my tip!”
I was true to my word. I made my goal and then went to the Venetian to cash in my $100 tip. I looked for Dan at the 357 tables, but I guess by 5:30 am he had turned in for the night. So had the high class hookers. The overly made-up women sitting alone at the bar at 5:30 am were pretty rough….even for the Venetian.
So I went to me and Jenny’s favorite breakfast spot, the Grand Lux Café. We would always eat here after a long night at the OG. I hadn’t eaten for over 12 hours so I ordered my standard OMFG I’m starving Vegas breakfast: two eggs up, bacon, hash browns, wheat toast and a short stack of pancakes with whipped butter and syrup. As I sipped my decaf coffee, I watched the little old ladies and their little old men start to trickle in. I love this 24 hour town. I wouldn’t want to live here, but its good to be back!
Tags: convention, exotic dancer, las vegas, strip club, stripper, treasures, world of concrete
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