Walking down Bourbon St. last night with jaque-oh, I accidentally got a job…I am bartending for private balcony parties for Bourbon Street Balconies and Facilities. It was fun last night. This well to-do man and his cute little girlfriend rented out the whole place for just the two of them so I basically did nothing but watch them throw beadas while Jaque-oh and I had a couple of drinks with them and listen to music.
My friends all seem to be looking for work and Jaque-oh and I just land on this job by accident. She and I are going to be on call for balcony rentals, and if I can’t make it she can, and if she can’t make it I can.
I knew the owner of the place, but didn’t know he owned that set up. We just saw him on the street asked him to come out for a drink, and he said, “Why don’t we just go to my bar?” Then he explained he was about to have the place rented for a few hours, and I offered to help since he was alone, and got hired.
He’s curious about the dungeon too.
It never hurts to have supplemental income, especially in a fickle adult buisiness. Domination is a luxury, and when the economy suffers, luxuries are the first to go.
Well, things are actually doing alright. I have a subby from yesterday coming back tomorrow, and I have a session in less than an hour.
When Jaque-oh wakes up we have to do an over haul around here. My two favorite dungeons are clean, but we dress and socialize in the rest of the house, so there are clothes, papers and hair stuff to be organized and put up. It is clean but currently unorganized.
Jaque-oh starts at a new club tonight. If I don’t work at one of the balconies I will be at 735 watching movies till Jaque-oh gets off work.
Man, we came home earlier than usual last night and I still woke up wearing my boots. I have a bad habit of that. I come home so tired that I just go to sleep in my clothes.
