there's something deep inside of me, there's someone else I've got to be

My first full dance shift at Dorian Gray's was last night. Friend of mine was spinning pop and dancetrance, some nice crunchy electronic house, kept the place grooving.

It felt so damned good, being back on a pole again.



It was Best in Leather night, I discovered, once I went down to the club. I offered to change; the DJ and the head dancer that night said no no no, you're fine. So I hopped up on a pole.



Old habits came back pretty quickly. Greet people who come in, welcome them, be friendly, make conversation...look pretty and spin around.

I can so do this.



Plus? They have a pretty good Sploder. It's almost as good as the old Enigma one, and I made a little over six hundred Linden over two and a half hours.

That was a good feeling. Sure, there's ego in this--people are tipping me because I look pretty--but they're also tipping me because I enhance the club, and not just as girl-shaped ornament. There's a brain underneath the pretty, and you know what? Contrary to popular belief, a lot of guys appreciate that.



It's also the only club I've ever worked at where they can have major particle effects, and I don't crash. Lag is pretty low. That's the best thing ever, these days.

So overall? Pleased with the new job. It makes me happy.

And there are worse things that being happy at a job you enjoy, believe me.