Tales from the Boobie Bar!
This one happened while I was off of work, but I witnessed it.
As backstory, my club has a very large electronic marquee outside by the road, advertising it as "[Place] Gentlemans Club".
Okay. So.
A woman walks in with her five year old son. She looks up, sees my friend A onstage (who is still clothed), and rushes back outside.
And then she comes back with her kid again. The bouncers stop her and explain that she couldn't be in there with her son (obviously). She gets all huffy, saying her son needed to use the bathroom. While we understand that kids just gotta GO sometimes, we're not allowed to have little kids in the bar under any circumstances. So she stood there and argued with the bouncer while her kid did the pee-pee dance in the foyer.
There's a restaraunt right up the street, for goodness sake. Don't stand there arguing with us, take him somewhere he can actually enter to go to the bathroom so the kid doesn't explode.
Now.
I understand that when people go to a strip club, they can develop a mild infatuation with a particular dancer. That's fine, even expected.
Obsessiveness is not so fine.
This guy, first of all, had no money. He was leeching off his friend. Second of all, he was rude to all the dancers except me, which makes me a bit pissy-most of these ladies are my friends.
So. Coming around for my tips one time, I see that just his friend is there. I was still a good ways away from their seats when I suddenly smelled shingles (for roofs). I turn around, and the guy is coming up directly behind me, his hand out low to grab me. I step turn, and he passes me, looking like an idiot grasping for the air. He goes and sits down.
During the course of the evening I find out that he's 'in love' with me, wants me to go home with him, and wants me to have his children. He wasn't drunk (drinking soda) and he didn't smell like drugs, so I have no idea wtf his issue was. But he was being super, super creepy. He kept asking me for a specific time when I was off. Of course, I told him I didn't know (technically, I didn't-I was supposed to be off at 7, but I could stay earlier or later if I wanted).
So he kept on being creepy-begging me to go home with him, trying to grab me every time I came around, things like that.
It was getting late, and I'd stalled leaving to see if they left first. They didn't, and I had shit to do.
I got escorted out by a bouncer, and dipwad STILL tried to talk to me and watch which car I got in.
Creepy.
And an especially hearty "Fuck You" to whoever stole over $1000 worth of Ravens dance clothing, shoes, makeup, and cash. Our clothes are fucking expensive and we have to pay for them out of pocket. Stealing her bag while she was cashing out makes you an asshole, whoever you are.
Here's hoping you're a moron theif who comes back and brags about stealing it so we can beat the shit out of you.
But thanks-
To the new DJ for taking our suggestions, being nice, and doing fairly well.
To the two women in with their husbands who were sweet, happy, and very nice.
And to dancer A for telling us funny stories and making a slow Saturday night pass quickly ^^