"Don't give up, it's just the weight of the world"

I'm gonna throw a pic from Saturday at ya before I get into the rant about last night. It was Matthias' birthday, so Twin Brendan and I made sure it was our best night (even if the tips sucked we sure kicked ass).Yeah, so Frankie jumped in to pose with us, which made it even better. Woot, woot!

Anyways...this whole thing could just be me overreacting, I've had some stuff going on that I haven't written about (and that I'm still not going to write about, at least not today) that's made me a little on edge with everyone but I actually think I'm right on the ball with this.
You see, last night Stallions had their very first 18+ Thursday night. So I decided, hey, instead of going to the club I work at where I don't really have as much fun as I could because I spend most of the night telling people that I don't work on Thursdays and that I want to hang out with my friends, instead of actually hanging out with my friends. I swear, it's a good night if I say "I'm not stripping tonight" only fifty times.
So, I went to Stallions. I wasn't quiet about it either. I told a ton of people that I was going, and nearly all of them reassured me that I would see them there. Tall Brendan (with Robbie and Damon in tow) and Cody were the only ones who even bothered to show up at all, and even then the first things they said were "I'm/we're leaving soon for XS. Are you coming?" And I probably got about 10 texts saying "Wow, XS is great, you should come here!"
The thing is, Stallions was great and that was the one night I actually said "Hey, this is where I want to go." Usually, I go along with everyone else...to XS, where I don't have as much fun and don't really get to spend time with them.
Now, I have four weeks left of school. Four weeks before I go back to Rhode Island for three months. Another thing I haven't exactly been quiet about. Am I asking too much that one night, just one, we go where I want to? Do something I want to? I didn't think so, but apparently it is.

Am I being unreasonable here? Somebody tell me.

There's no St. Patty's Day songs?

St. Alcoholic's Day was a great party at Club XS. Great for the customers of the club, anyways. Tons of people were there, and drunker than I'd ever seen most of them. I was honestly surprised that people didn't pass out and die.

I was also honestly disappointed because they spent all of their money on booze and very little on me. :-P

Still, I managed to have fun. That's really all there is to say about the party though...so now I'm just going to satisfy you with lots of fun (and hot) pictures.Matthias and I, because as usual we had to take a million pictures. I don't really mind all the pictures I take with him -- besides they're usually wicked hot, but usually they wait til the end of the night. We definitely started taking pictures at about midnight and I think that may have had to do with my lack of tips. It's cool though, we have sexy pictures!
...Especially from right after when Todd (who will be joining the ranks of we dancers on Saturday) pulled Matthias' fuzzy green underwear *and* g-string down.There's a flamboyant but kinda cute guy I don't know, Matthias, everyone's (or at least my) favorite Baltimore drag queen Vanity Star (yes, the boobs are real, and amazing :-P), Todd, and myself.
This is Andy (another one of our dancers), myself, and Matthias.

See, it was a very sexy party.

Post Dating is Fun!!

Hokay, so, here's the...
No, sorry, I just have that video stuck in my head for no reason at all.

Anyways, work was...well, bizarre.
It started out normally enough. Andy, Britt, Brad, and I got down to our undies in the office downstairs. Andy gave me this glowing yellow necklace to wear, which totally didn't go with my underwear but it was cool anyways. We went upstairs, said hi to our friends on the way to the stage -- and, of course, advertised our presence. Then we danced.

There was a Yeager (I dunno if that's how you spell) promotion going on. This didn't mean much to me except that there were a hella lot of bright orange island leis around. That is, it didn't mean much until somebody stuck a broken lei in my underwear as a tip! And not just that, he did the pick-up line thing. "We can use it to tie you up later."
"Sorry, I'm not into bondage unless it's fuzzy handcuffs," I told him. Which is a total lie -- not even with fuzzy handcuffs and especially not if you look like him. I mean, he was not ugly by any means, and he had a nice body from what I could tell, but still...it wasn't gonna happen. Not unless I was seriously drunk. :-P

Later a jackass, who was heterosexual (there were a ton of straight people -- guys included -- there!) decided it would be funny to give me, well, quarters.
No, he wasn't all that drunk. He knew exactly what he was doing. He put quarters in my pants -- COLD!! He then reached for his fly and asked if I wanted to see a "real dick". I held back the obvious "I'm looking at one right now" response and simply told him I'd seen plenty of dicks before.
Then he's like "I can't help it, I got twelve inches."
Course you do, sweetheart, and I'm the heir apparent for a Fortune 500 company. So I handed the quarters to Cody and said "You see him again, throw these at him."
One of the perks of my job is that I get to be honest and if you're blatantly an ass to me I can do pretty much anything I want as long as it's not violent. It's kinda really nice.

Then there was the last weird tip of the night.
This guy put seven bucks in my pants along with a white piece of paper. I assumed it was a phone number, it happens sometimes. The numbers always get tossed. So I pulled out the paper to check it and throw it out. Oh no, it's a receipt. From an ATM.
But I didn't see a bank account number, so I crumpled it up and tossed it aside. :-P

Matthias showed up around 1:30, about the same time I was calling it quits because I had done quite well and, as you know, it had been a busy weekend for me. Just like at the Mardi Gras party, a ton of pictures were taken of the two of us. Most adorable of which I'm showing here.

I was starving by the time club closed, so I arranged to follow Matthias and his entourage (JJ and Shaun) to the nearest diner. When we got there, the second fight of the night was breaking out inside (the cops, fortunately, were still outside from the first fight), and it was visible from the parking lot. We waited before going in.
Once we got inside, we were assured this was a calm night. Uh...that might not be something to share, just a thought?

Anyways, we were there for a LONG while and it was quite enjoyable.
I think I might be getting a teensy bit of a crush on Matthias. *blushes*

Anyways, my main goal for the week is to figure out my spring break. So far, my plan is this: stay somewhere on Friday night, go down to D.C. somehow on Saturday, get a haircut, go to a party with Don (it's a white trash/Texas themed party, I have no clue what I'm going to wear!), leave D.C. for somewhere else on Monday and spend the week doing homework and partying in the somewhere(s) that I am, and then I HOPE to go to New York City at the end of the week or for the second weekend.
I gotta talk to people and figure this one out cause that's not a very good plan. :-P

" Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."

That's the fortune cookie that I got from Alexsander's blog today. It eerie because, in truth, I just had the craziest weekend yet -- and I should still be taking it easy because of my incredibly awful flu/cold/black death from this week.

Happy Chinese New Year, by the way.
And also? Happy Mardi Gras. I know it isn't til Tuesday but I have already had the most extreme Mardi Gras of my life. (Then again, usually I just go to my church's pancake supper, so I guess that's not hard to top as far as excitement goes...)

I know, I should have stayed in bed. I mean, I was just deathly ill pretty much all week.
But I also know that when my club brings in DJ Seth Gold the dancers can make TONS of money. I was not about to miss that kind of opportunity. Call me greedy, call me ambitious, call me just plain stupid....I was not missing this.

So I spent yesterday at the mall preparing for the Mardi Gras party. Cody showed up to pick up David (who was working at the mall) and myself, and off we went to dinner at Jenny's. Dave and Rob showed up shortly after us, and then Sean and Miguel came. We all sat and chatted for a while. The food was DELICIOUS!!!!!!!! There was pasta, brocolli, and chicken with this creamy white sauce....so good! For dessert that was ice cream and pecan pie. Well, mostly pecan pie but for those of us who can't have nuts... We all ate until we were stuffed. It was a GREAT dinner party, so much fun (so much FOOD!)
(The picture here is Cody, Josh, Miguel, Jenny, and David...most of the crew from dinner.)
Of course, there was a lot of jokes about the creamy white sauce (c'mon, one straight girl and seven gay men, obviously there's going to be a lot of those jokes. :-P). After dinner we chatted a while longer and then dispersed to prep ourselves for Mardi Gras.

Cody and I adjourned to his house. We made a masterpiece of my hair, got ourselves all ready, and then we were off.DJ Seth Gold always brings in a couple dancers of his own. He almost always brings in this one guy by the name of Kevin, who I met last year before either one of us had started dancing like this (as far as I know...) and, last night, he brought in a friend of mine named Austin.
And, as predicted, everybody made a TON of money. He also brought this cute blonde guy to assist him. We barely had enough room for all of us, but we made due and we worked it.

The club had purchased 45 pounds of beads for us, the drag queens, and everyone who works there to give out. Every time we got a tip, we gave a bead away (well, one for each dollar) and we also gave out glo-sticks. It was SO much fun!! I have never had so much as a club -- and considering I was in Victoria's Secret women's underwear, that's really saying something. Yes, not even the fact that I spent ten minutes stretching out my underwear in the front to keep myself from being totally squashed could dull the Mardi Gras party!!

There are MILLIONS of pictures that people took. One particularly awesome thing? Among the tons of people who I met, there was one super hot guy by the name of Matthias. He's not famous, per say, but he's not unknown. And he had photographers with him -- and he made me take SO many pictures with him. It was like the paparazzi, I swear -- and I LOVED it. Even when the club closed, and half an hour later I came out into the empty parking lot and saw him and I went over to make sure he was okay and everything, flash flash flash, more pictures!!
Anyways, I will be adding pictures to this post when I get them and I will probably make another post that's all Mardi Gras photos.

PS. I wrote a new scene. :)

You can find more pictures of the Mardi Gras party at Jenny's website!