LUUUUUCY - you ha' some 'splainin to do.....

Ok, so apparently I have to explain one of my jobs. LOL.

When I was 13, my uncle and his partner opened an "adult entertainment establishment" (read: strip club). Well, five years later my uncle's partner absconded with $300,000 and was never seen in the vicinity again. So, my parents bailed him out with some cash, and became his partners. Talk about getting tons of marriage proposals once that got out.....

My mom and dad ran that place like a well oiled machine, but my uncle used it as his private playground.

Ladies, here's a hint. If you want to turn your man off strip clubs forever, and also have him appreciate you all the more - get him a job in the club. Not something glamourous like a DJ. Get him a job as a bar back, or in the kitchen. TRUST ME - before we got married, Rod worked there with me, both as a bar back and a cook. After the first three months, the novelty of being around naked women wore off, and to this day, he can't enter a club without some very bad flashbacks. *grin*

So, as I said, I worked in the office, and at the door as well. Personally, I myself developed an appreciation for some of the women. I know that people say that most of them are just trying to provide a better life for themselves, but a lot of people don't believe that. They still are under the impression that all strippers are crack addicted whores. That's only true for very few these days. A lot of the girls I knew were students, putting themselves through university, or single mothers who's ex's wouldn't pay child support. Most were quite intelligent, honest, and wouldn't hurt a fly.

When it became apparent that my uncle was partying too much with money that should have been going into the club, the decision was made to sell it. That was seven years ago, and while I regret that they had to sell (cuz the place would have made an AMAZING nightclub), it was an interesting part of family history.

So there ya go. Any more questions?

CAN I BE IN THE SHOW NOW RICKY??????


Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.