Anytime I goof up this blog (learning wordpress has a learning curve..there are so many more options than just type and publish) I will post on http://blog.myspace.com/azavalon
The StripandGrowRich.com/blog is down.
I can say that it is my fault.
I was in the process of installing MySpaceID. It is a tool that will allow you to leave comments on the SGR blog using your myspace screen name and avatar. Doug…you will like that since it’s a b-tch to have to enter in your info, email addy, etc each time. I like that we will once again have avatars in the blog comments, and you don’t have to create a new one.
However, I made the mistake of installing it on the WordPress blog platform, before I created the application in myspace…so when it went to look for the corresponding app in myspace (and didn’t find it) it shut the whole WordPress Blog down…and locked me out of the control panel! ARG!!!!! Anyone familiar with how to log into a self hosted wordpress.org blog when you get an error message?
In the Stripper World, I love Delilah’s Den. I noticed the bartender looking at me when I was onstage and immediately recognized her. Later, I said, “Did you happen to bartend at Philly Rock Bar and Grill about 14 years ago in the summers of 95 and 96?” She smiled and said, “I knew you looked familiar!” Small World.
Monday Night was dead. Really dead. Delilahs is a sit-at-the-bar kind of place. By that I mean the patrons sit at the bar before they sit at a table, which is odd to me because I’m used to the philosophy that the guys sitting at the bar don’t want dances or to be bothered. I figured out that wasn’t the case at this club real quick. So I met Hawaii Dan. I named him that because he was wearing a bright Hawaiian Shirt. He was a bar regular, but after chatting for a while I pegged him as a Limited Buyer who liked to test out all the “new” girls.
Limited Buyers like Hawaii Dan like the “new girls” because they are usually impressionable. During our conversation at the bar he boasted how everyone at the club knew him, he’d been coming there for 15 years, and the rules didn’t apply to him.
He was also a self proclaimed pig. He called himself that. I knew it was going to be a battle of the wills if I sold him a dance, and contemplated moving on…but there was no one to move on to….and then he said, “You’re a talker, I lilke that…. give me a lapdance.”
About 15 seconds into the dance he said, “Bend over and spread your ass cheeks.”
I spun around in disbelief, “Now now, I control everything in here….and you just have to take what I’m going to give you…”
“Heh…I knew you were going to be a feisty one. IIm usually the director of my lapdances. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
I kept giving him my airdance and responded, “No, I’m not offended. And I script, choreograph, produce, direct, and star in my own lapdances.”
“Yes you are offended. Any woman should be.” he said
“Actually, in order to be offended I have to care what your opinion is.” I said, “And quite frankly in 10 years of dancing I’ve never had anyone ask me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks.” I said in a lighthearted tone.
I really wasn’t offended…because I didn’t give a crap about Hawaii Dan’s opinions…and I wasn’t going to let him tell me how to do a job that I have done successfully for 9 1/2 years.
We spent the rest of the 3 1/2 minutes with me giving him an airdance that he didn’t want and him grabbing my arms trying to pull me closer. Luckily, I work out and he doesn’t, so I was much stronger. So I just planted my one foot on the floor and used the leverage of my flexed hamstrings and quads to stay upright in a side-kickbox stance and placed my knee squarely in the middle of his chest.
The song ended (thank god) Hawaii Dan pulled out his wallet and handed me two Jacksons. “You’re feisty and strong willed.” he said “sorry if I offended you.”
“No offense taken, what you’re looking for and what I offer are two separate things. I’ll be sure to send the impressionable newbies to you so you can manipulate them into thinking they have to give you a good dance because you’re a regular.” I said with a wink
“Really?” he said in shock.
“No.” I said with a smile. “Actually I train them how to deal with picky customers like you gracefully and still get paid.”
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