Ava Adore

Shift: 07.21.10, 8pm-3am.

I am actually not going to talk about last night.

It was one of the most emotionally draining evenings of my entire past year, surpassed by only two instances I can think of. Needless to say, it’s what happens when your personal life comes into work and you can’t extricate the two. It was so stressful I puked and later on I was excused an hour early.

What I will say is that, despite being amateur night, they didn’t ‘have enough girls to run the contest’—or they just didn’t feel like throwing it, who knows. So the pattern of the evening was a little off… we had a rush at 10pm, instead of midnight and 2, which made for a busier start to the evening and a quiet end, as far as amount of clientele goes.

I did about 6 or 8 dances, I lost count, often with men who never really sat with me for longer than 10 minutes—which is a blessing because it made the job easy but hard because I don’t remember any of their names, except Al, who is an asian gent who is a regular of Ry.’s (who got her job back! yet to see her though).

Regulars came in and out last night, I saw P Escalade and Hue AKA Tiffany Bond and a few others. Ds. stopped by; she’s not mad at me, and was actually really supportive, as usual, of only the second time I’ve been upset at the House in the 7 months I’ve been working there.

Tested out—and am in love with—one of my new costumes, which I call Pinot Noir. More on that in another post. No new bruises. No unknown douchebags. Had one set I felt really stellar during, which was a good feeling, and unsurprisingly it was to House of 1000 Corpses. Costumes were Pinot Noir and Limewire.

Douchebag Count: 0.
$hift Grade: B