Tim Case Writes About Eoster

Im on location is Sylacauga Alabama doing some mainstream work so my updates are a bit sparse…I am disappointed I missed a chance for an April Fool post but hey.   Tim Case is takin up my slack  I will be updating, just at odd hours.
Easter Can Kiss My White Ass
by Tim Case Walker
Spending Easter Sunday working inside the cozy confines of a strip
club may not sound like the most socially redeeming proposition to the
bulk of you reading this website. And you’d be right, of course.
However, since my scheduled shift condemns me to the DJ booth every
Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, that’s where I spent Easter from 4pm till
3:30 the following day.
Easter is, of course, the holiest day in the Christian calendar,
celebrating as it does the Resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.
There are those who say the holiday actually predates Christianity,
and is related to an ancient festival which celebrated the pagan
fertility goddess of Eoster, or Ostara. So, if you look at it in that
light, perhaps spending the holiday playing bump and grind music for
the fertility goddesses at the Harem, all skilled at making things
rise from the dead, makes sense after all.
“Bunny” is one of the Harem’s lovely entertainers — a very nice girl,
who likes to drink Grey Goose and unfortunately chose a stage name
which lends itself to lame DJ jokes like “Okay gentlemen, put your
hands together for the lovely Bunny, hopping her way up to the main
stage right now.” She flips me the bird from the stage on a nightly
basis. She told me that early on Easter morning, her phone was already
filled with texts from fellow entertainers wishing her a “Happy
Easter, Bunny!”. Not long after clocking in, she ordered her first
shot of many shots of vodka after our manager hunted her down and
demanded to know where his basket was.
“Kat” is another lovely young lady who plies her trade at the Harem. A
newbie who just started dancing last week, Kat hails from Centerville,
Indiana and spent the last several years travelling with a carnival
and working the various games and rides found therein. A very nice
young lady, but a little green, Kat spent the day dancing in furry
white shoe covers, a faux tux outfit complete with cuffs, and big
white ears which lit up onstage and made it appear that UFOs were
hovering just above her head.
Don’t get me wrong…I like Kat. She always tips me at the end of her
shift, she’s friendly and pleasant and she’ll dance to anything I
play. But last night, when my friends Bear and Little John stopped in
to the booth to say hello, she may have damaged our working
relationship when she offered to show my friends how adept she was at
the old carnival game of “I Can Guess Your Age!”.
Bear went first. Kat studied his face for a minute, and skillfully
guessed his age as 32. Bear is actually 31 — not a bad guess.
Little John is a bit older than Bear and closer to my own age… she
guessed him at 41. John is 42 years old.
Then she looked at me. Even with my grey hair and beard, people
usually think I’m a bit younger than my actual age, which is 47.
She studied my face for a long minute, smiled and said “You’re 58!”.
Fuck Easter.

I charged her double tip out.

3 Replies to “Tim Case Writes About Eoster”

  1. mharris127

    Interesting article, Tim. Hopefully Kat will tip you extra well as a penalty of sorts for guessing your age that high. As for Bunny Vodka, hopefully she gets the help she needs and moderates her drinking. Too bad I hate heavy rock music, otherwise I would get a job as the DJ at a strip club. 🙂 Your job sounds fun and I like to look at pretty women. Maybe Mike can stop in at your strip club soon and maybe even convince one of the dancers to perform in a bukkake scene in a nearby hotel room (Mike probably even pays better than the strip club does on a per-hour basis).

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