Ava Adore

Shift: 11.05.10, 6pm-1am.

Put on 3 new songs to the set, Cloud Nine by Evanescence; Losing My Religion by Justin Murphy; and Heaven’s a Lie by Lacuna Coil. On test runs I feel pretty good with them on stage, I like their energy.

Unsurprisingly, Heaven’s a Lie is the one I’m on the fence about. I finally broke down and added it, and it does work better than I thought it would… but not as good as others, so I hate ‘taking up space’ in my set with songs that don’t get me going on stage.

I started out the night with Penn and Teller - sorry, sorry, I mean Keith and Bob - which is always a good time. ‘H’lo, honey!’ ‘Allo, baby!’ They’re so damn jovial. They’re a great example of how to be a good client without getting lapdances.

I then spent some time with a would-be douchebag. The ‘would-be’ is because he paid me, and paying me makes you automatically less of a douchebag, because putting up with douchebaggery is part of the job.

The gent and I talked at length, and he was very kind; he tipped me well on stage, enough to get me over, and then he said he’d like to pay me for my time to sit and talk, so we did. Except then he wasn’t going to pay me for my time.

So I laid into him, and guilt-tripped him, and was all like, ‘You said you’d pay me for my time, that’s why I’m here, you know it’s my job,’ (because we’d been being that up-front), ‘and if you’d like me to stay longer you’ll need to do that.’

He grumbled about it but did finally pay me, ‘Just so you know, most guys don’t do this.’ I said, ‘Actually, most guys that say they’ll pay me for my time, do. Now, would you like me to stay longer?’ and he said, ‘No, that’s alright, go get dances.’

So I went to the back to change and when I came back out, Joe and Charlie were there! Charlie burnt me a Bruce Springsteen cd, he says if I can’t find one song to like then we can’t be friends anymore. He’s too funny.

It was Charlie’s birthday, so I stayed an hour past my shift to hang out with them (gladly!). Joe bought him 2 dances from me, I changed into street clothes and hung out a little more. Ended the night on that note.

Wore and retired/sold Faster Pussycat, the thing was too annoying to wear to actually keep. Changed into Starchild, the remnants of said costume from Halloween, but now it’s mainly just a cute bikini. No bruises.

Douchebag Count: 0
$hift Grade: A