holiday just past

Skip Townes

12/03/2002

I've been running through my mind looking for subject material for the
day. Many posts deal with a special evening with a favorite dancer or
a rollicking adventure in some club's VIP room. Well, for this kid a
special outing has never gone past a lunch date or Christmas gift
exchange, and my last VIP room visit was such a pissed-off nightmare
that I haven't set foot in one since. So much for that idea. </rant>

Given the national holiday just past- also the evening I started
writing this- I thought I'd ramble about some of the strip
club-related things for which I have become appreciative since I first
became aware of them.

the ATF: One of the few women who have simultaneously made my head
spin around and made my jaw put a crater in the floor directly
underneath. Omigawd she was beautiful, and is still the most gorgeous
woman I've ever seen. In the meantime she has become a close friend
whose shoulder I can lean on (she's cried on mine several times) and
with whom I can talk about anything. We know more about each other
than some of our real-world friends. She is also the only stripper I
would take home to Mom.

the fave club: I've been a regular at this place for quite a while
now. In addition to the eye candy onstage, most of the waitresses are
also knockouts. A few cry on my shoulder as well, and several of them
know my fave refreshment. Lately one of the emcees has been
announcing my presence when I show up- the result of some long
conversations on slow evenings. It's amusing, but I still prefer to
be a wallflower. Then there are the dancers who will stop and chat
for a few minutes when they're between dances.

other clubs: I'm happy that there are other clubs around. I don't
venture into them nearly as much as I used to, and there are a few
that I don't visit at all anymore for one reason or another. But
given the reaction to the last two clubs that opened here, I'm
thankful that neither the holier-than-thous nor local "government" has
been successful in closing them down.

recognition: At the few clubs I do still frequent, there are usually
few dancers or waitresses I can talk with when I'm between lapdances.
The hugs and hellos are great, but the same from long-retired dancers
are better. But this also has a down side, as evidenced by a chance
meeting with one at the grocery store one night. Since I'd last seen
her she'd let her hair grow back to its natural color, and had gained
a few pounds. Not the blonde bombshell anymore, but still cute and
also newly-single. Unfortunately for me I didn't recognize her at
all. I'll stop there, as this is FAIL to suck day.

Happy Birthday, ASS-C :)

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