Ava Adore

Shift: 06.27.10, 8pm-4am.

A super uneventful night. For some reason I felt more tired than usual. I mean, part of it is I haven’t had more than 4 hours’ sleep per night for the past week. But I meant physically tired; just standing on my feet after 2am became a chore.

The pole was oddly rough last night… it wasn’t slippery enough. As you know, slippery poles can equal broken vajays, so that’s no good. But poles that have absolutely no slickness to them make doing tricks super painful, so I’ve got a lot of friction bruises today—oddly on my left leg.

3 dances, 3 customers. Charlie, whom I liked and who made me dance to Proud Mary by CCR—no joke; Steve, who came in to see me; and Anthony, who bought me a drink and we got to talking about ‘stripper signatures,’ which I’ll touch more on in another post. No memorable quotes—but no douchebags.

Costumes, because I was bored and was kinda ADD most of the night: Pixie, Second Skin, Show Stopper, Cherry Kirsch. In other news, I can now fully climb the pole to the top! Go arms go! Now I have to figure out what to do while I’m up there. Also, you can actually see my ab definition again, so I’m stoked about that.

Also tried out songs I’ve been meaning to dance to on stage: Passenger (which I love) but I decided I like better for lapdances than stage time and Ava Adore, which only seems appropriate that I add. More on my music in the next post, when I touch on Anthony’s question.

Douchebag Count: 0.
$hift Grade: B-