Feb 11-12

Saturday, February 11, 2012
Well, it’s now Saturday morning but I haven’t been to bed yet. I’ve had an exceptionally trying day today. I woke up kind of cranky because I was exhausted from running errands all day long: paying my phone bill and my car payment. I was cranky and I didn’t want to be awake but I got up and took the dogs outside, got my stuff together and headed to Ricks.

When I got there I paid my house fee of 37 dollars and Nix and I went upstairs to get ready. As soon as we walked in the girls started giving us that look that said “I don’t want you anywhere near me or this club because you aren’t good enough to work here.” They even went so far as to whisper to each other about us and then comment on how the club keeps hiring ugly girls and they should stop because they don’t deserve to work at the club.

I ignored it for the most part. I mean, I had to work so what good would it do me to start arguments with them anyway? None. So, we got ready for work, headed downstairs where our friend Mike was waiting to hang out, and checked in with the DJ. I sat down with Matt, said hi, and we all ordered some food. Then, I was called on stage.

I did my required two songs on the main, two songs on the second stage, and two songs on the third stage and then I hopped down and went to eat my food. I made a whopping three dollars on stage. Whoopie!

Nix was up after I was and she was still on stage while I was eating my food. When she got off the last stage Rick, the manager, stopped her and told her she wasn’t allowed to work at the club anymore. She asked him why and he told her that he didn’t have to tell her why just that she was no longer welcome to work there because the GM saw her and didn’t like the way she looked.

So, after they told her she had to leave I asked the manager, Rick, if I could get my house fee back as I’d just paid it and I hadn’t made any money yet. He told me they wouldn’t give me my money back but that I didn’t have to leave, only her. I explained to him that I was her ride and he just looked at me like I was crazy. Then I said, so I just loose all of my money? And he said again, you don’t have to go. Well, what was I supposed to do? I could have stayed and worked but Nix had to leave. I can’t believe they fired her after we’d been working there for almost a month and we had worked last night as well. I can’t believe they refused to give me my money back for house even though I wasn’t working. No, I have phrased that wrong. I can believe it but I don’t want to have to. It sucks.

So, Mike asked us to go with him to a birthday party, for one of the bartenders from Cabaret North, and he told us he would pay our hotel for the night. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, we have NO money, NONE, not one dollar to our names. We couldn’t have paid the room and we would have had to sleep in the cars with no gas money and no food money.

Anyway, we told him we’d go with him to the party downtown at a bar. We drove down there, parked, and had to stand in line to get in the door of the bar. It was packed at 10pm with a bunch of super pretentious people who were standing around trying to get other people to look at them or staring at themselves in the mirrors. I’ve never in my life met so many people who were so concerned with what everyone else thought of them. It was a group of pretentious Texans standing around trying to get attention from other pretentious Texans. It reminded me why I don’t go to places like that. I don’t think you can judge the merit of someone’s personality or really know them by how much money they paid for their one of a kind Gucci dress or their Prada bag. It’s reprehensible. Seriously, none of the people there were even talking to one another. They were just standing around, most of the girls in expensive little dresses so they were freezing their asses off to ‘look great’, and holding a drink they were pretending to be sipping on.

Anyway, we finally go in and we searched the club but we couldn’t find the birthday girl so we left and decided to a place I’d heard of called the Church. We headed back to the hotel to change, since we were dressed like normal looking people. We swapped pants for tights, skirts, and corsets in layers so we would be warm but slightly interesting looking, more like ourselves. We asked the girl downstairs if she knew where the club was and she said yes and gave us directions.
We drove down the road the club was SUPPOSED to be on. The whole road, like ten miles up and back, about five times. We had called her back a few times and she seemed adamant that the club was there so we kept looking for it. Finally, she offered us the address (I don’t know why she didn’t just give it to us in the first place) for the Church. Well, the Aardvark Church….a country western bar down by the Christian College.

Yep, you heard that right. We pulled up in front of the place and it was a country western bar, but not just any country western bar: a creepy country western bar. I was like, screw it we only have like 10 minutes till they close the place down so let’s go in and have a drink anyway but when I opened the door I was like ‘Hell No!’ The place was creepy. I mean like The Hills Have Eyes, Wrong Turn, Cannibals are us but we are at this really grimy bar that only has 5 people in it kind of way.

Needless to say I backed out slowly and never let them see my eyes. That’s what you do to wild animals right? Back outside in the cold, we say a club across the street that was called The Cellar. Well, that sounded cool so we headed over there. At first, it seemed like it was going to be an interesting club. You open the door and you go down these stairs that look like an old castle dungeon or something but it doesn’t last long, for, when you get down the stairs, you hear the reggae music wafting out and you can see in. There were maybe 10 people around a bar, all men, not gay, staring at the walls. There was another room with a few more people in it and another tiny bar. We decided to head back to the other bar but when we got there we noticed they only had like 10 bottles of liquor back there.

So we went back to the front bar again, by the sad staring people and we tried to order cider. They had none. So we tried to order blueberry vodka and redbull. They had none. So we ordered Raspberry Vodka and redbull. The bartender guy says “I don’t know if I have enough redbull.” He had one opened can with a little redbull in it. He poured us a couple of drinks and splashed them with the redbull. They were disgusting. They tasted like watered down yuck.

We left, not that there was anymore time to order anything anyway because the bar was closing. We had driven around for about 2 hours just looking for the club. We decide to get something to eat at Café Brazil down the street, so we walk down there past a couple of drunk chicks who were fighting over some skinny weird guy and go a seat. The coffee was good, I’d suggest it, but the food was not. My veggie sandwich had bread so hard I could have used it to carve my name into the table, Nix and Mike got cold food, and they didn’t tell me they were out of bean sprouts when I ordered so they just left them off my sandwich. I wasn’t told they were out until I had complained about the food.

At a table next to us, there were four college students playing Magic the Gathering. I looked back at them and they all smiled and politely told me it was the game ‘Magic’. I inferred to them in not so subtle terms that I knew exactly what it was but thanks.

We left there and decided to check out the new strip-club in the area called Temptations. It’s a nude bar not far down the road from out hotel. They were an ok club but we figured we would be able to make some money there seeing as their ratio of not hot girls to hot girls swayed in the not direction. So we made plans to work there the next day, headed back to the hotel, and went to bed.

Today we woke up and called the club and they told us to come on in and work anytime before 10pm. So, we got dressed and headed out to the club. We put our last 10 dollars into the gas tank and called them again just to make sure we could work. For a second time we were told that we could come in and work.

We arrived at the club at 9 and went inside with all of our things. The girl at the door told us to wait for a manager, he came out, and told us that they had too many girls and we couldn’t work tonight. We told him that we had called ahead twice but he insisted that we weren’t give the information that we were given.

This left us basically screwed. You see, we’ve spent every cent we have trying to get ahead here. We have worked nearly every night we have been here and we have been making just enough to ‘get by’ the whole time. We have made enough to pay the hotel, to get some Ramen noodles, and to pay to work the next day. You see, here you have to pay before you can work (around 50 a person) and if you don’t make any money you are out 50 dollars. They will not let you work unless you pay up front. Well, we were squeaking by everyday and that is between the two of us.

So, here we are, stuck in Texas. We don’t have any money to work. We don’t have any money to pay the hotel…. We don’t have any money and before you get all preachy on me: we have not paid for anything that we didn’t have to have. We bought cup of noodles which we cook in the room and eat every day. We pay for the room, we pay to work, and that’s it. We don’t go spending money all crazy because we just don’t have to spend and if we did have it, we would spend it to get out of Texas and not on random junk we don’t need.

So here we are, pretty much screwed because I can’t figure out what to do next. I have no idea what plans to make. I’m sitting here trying my best to figure out what I’m going to do but I just can’t come up with anything. I could use some advice….