Color TV

This weekend is a blur... like a water color painting dunked in a tub. I tried to sleep in the dressing room as much as I could on Thursday night. I ate an open faced turkey sandwich and drank a glass of wine to aide in my sleeping. I truly didn't sleep since most of the girls spent their evening in the dressing room. For some reason they feel the need to yell instead of speak. I'm normally a grouchy sleeper but I managed to keep my tounge in check. At one point in the evening I remember hearing my name called by the dj. It was time to go on stage and no-one had told me ahead of time. So I threw on my shoes and ran out to the stage. It was like a sycadelic dream. Smack my Bitch Up Blaring, lights, smoke, people. I started dancing before I knew what I was doing. I finally came to my senses and managed to walk over to a customer sitting at the stage and dance for them. What a trip!
After that shift I rushed home and slept for 3 hours. Honestly I'm surprised I was actually able to get up. I had set my alarm on my cell phone as a back-up and I'm glad I did. I completely slept through the first alarm. Friday was dilerious. I was tripping on Red Bull and lack of sleep. I finally convinced them to let me go home early. Normally it wouldn't have been a problem but the other admin wasn't in. I rushed home and tried to sleep another 2 hours but I was so jacked up on caffeine that all I could do was lay there half asleep.
Another Red Bull and some Gatorade and I went back to the club. Surprisingly I was only a little grouchy and managed to stay awake all night with plenty of energy. I had Hubby pick me up so we both wouldn't have to worry about my driving home. This enabled me to stay drunk and energized the whole evening. I believe if I had cut myself off at midnight as usual, I would have crashed. However, I did not crash.
We had a great drive home! Music blaring and singing Twisted Sister at the top of our lungs. Great sex followed and a deep and wonderful sleep soon after.
Saturday was steak and eggs and sleep and back to work. Time flew by so fast that I didn't realize it was 1 o'clock in the morning when I took my last shot of tequila. I was having so much fun! Poison, Tasha and I all went out to breakfast so I could sober up. Crazyness always ensues at the waffle house around bar closing time and this wasn't any different. I don't know why she did it but Poison just had to take her tampon out as we were leaving the parking lot. She threw it at a Mack truck and I couldn't have laughed harder.
Sunday was the Hot Air Balloon and Wine Festival. I had invited all of my models and only one showed. I wasn't feeling well. Hurting from exhaustion and a hangover from too much tequila. I drank some wine and it made me feel worse. Hubby, on the other hand, had a great time. So for once I was the designated driver and Hubby was the one that was drunk. He deserved it. I passed out when we got home.

I'm still tired from this past weekend today. I had dinner with Kitty last night. She got fired from the club and now our only way of seeing each other is dinner. I really miss getting together in a dark corner at the club and talking all about our lives. I've never had anybody like her before. I really have to hold on to her as much as I can. I think we're planning a weekend away together.

That's all I've got for now. I'm really surprised I managed to drudge up all those memories from my murky mind. Oh one more thing... I got my Hundred Dollar Bill Man back! I ignored him on Friday night and he couldn't stand it. YAY!!!