|Labor Day Weekend|
The past four weeks, especially the Labor Day weekend, brought in a gold rush of bachelorette parties for me. This past weekend alone netted eight parties, two of which I had to turn down. All of this action left me little time to update the blog.
So without further ado, here are some highlights of recent shows:
Extra Tip Money
The bride at my last party was very reserved and asked me to interact with her friends instead. She relaxed after a while once she realized I wasn't going to disrespect her boundaries.
I stayed and talked with the girls. One of them thought I was so nice to them that she actually started crying. I cannot remember what I had said that she found touching.
Nonetheless, she packed me some food to go, and when I got home and counted the tip money, I realized that someone had thrown in an extra $75 without my knowledge. I smiled at that extra kind gesture (and I must remember to send them another message of gratitude).
Party of Three
Three ladies, around thirty years of age, got together to celebrate a bachelorette party. One of them, a very beautiful blonde, took pics of the whole thing and sent them to her husband.
His response to his wife, "Have fun and go make some bad decisions."
He also told her to get my number so I could strip for her and her friends again.
They seemed like a happy and interesting couple.
The Bachelorette Party + One Guy
Before I arrived, the customers asked if I was okay about a gay guy attending the bachelorette party. I told them it didn't matter. The truth is that young straight guys are more likely to cause problems and pick fights in this situation.
Well, the guy here turned out to be quite a boon for my performance. He encouraged the girls to "get slutty" with me, and shamed them when they shied away or refused to participate. He was also the person who provided all the tip money for me.
The other women, especially the bride, her mother, sister, and aunt, seemed to enjoy my show. I made my rounds with them, and received good-natured cheers and laughs in return.
As I walked out of the condo, there was one lingering thought on my mind: I felt sorry for poor sap who would marry Snooty.