Tonight’s closer wouldn’t have come up if you’d asked me about things I fantasize about happening at work, but it was awesome. I had to be the last stage dancer and all the customers were rowdy and wasted, so what the hell, I played music that made me want to jump around. That would be Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, “Me and Mia,” Franz Ferdinand, “Do You Want To” and Pulp, “Common People.” Not really peeler standards, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve made incredible stage money here dancing to ridiculous music. 

My night was super busy for five hours straight. No real hourly VIPs, just varying levels of lapdance pricing/rooms, so if you’re busy you’re actually physically working. I was beat. I got up, the crowd was tipping really well, it was a good set. Then my last song kicks in and as soon as the “Common People” intro started, I heard some guy shout, “YEAH!” and next thing he’s stageside, tossing money, singing along. I have to say I never anticipated being tipped by a customer singing “Smoke some fags and play some pool/Pretend you never went to school” even a tiny bit. Then he yelled “I fuckin’ love you!” and as soon as I heard his accent I thought, “Of course you do because now I hear you are ENGLISH and that is why you sing along to Pulp because you come from the alternate, better universe where ‘Common People’ is an anthem.” *

I made $140 on that set, too, and I can honestly say that dancing naked to Pulp is something I would do for free (ok, maybe not in public), so, high level of job satisfaction there. 

This was a PERFECT day. Slept late, ate a decadent brunch, bought a new nightie, simultaneously had a long hot bath and watched Texas pull off an upset of Nebraska (that is a weird thing to type), then went to work and made a sack of cash.

* there was also great irony to all this, considering my personal, privileged background that was kind of making the whole thing even more awesome while it was happening. If you called your dad he could stop it all, oh yeah.