From: steve_w@hotmail.com (Steven W.)
Subject: ASSC: (AFTSD) My Dancer, My Friend
Date: Tue, 02 Dec 1997 11:54:57 GMT



There has been discussion here from time to time about whether it is

possible for a dancer and a customer to truly become friends.  I know

that they can, because I have a friend who is a dancer.  We met at

Good Guys in D.C where she was working at the time.  



This past spring, my friend was planning a trip to Las Vegas to work

there for a week.  Out of the blue, she asked me if I wanted to go out

there for the weekend while she was there.  Now the cynics reading

this are immediately thinking in terms of me, as a customer, paying

for everything while I was out there.  Not the case.  We split the

cost of the hotel room for the nights I was there.  (Separate beds.)

We mostly paid for our own meals, though I bought her one meal, and

she bought one, so it evened out.  She wouldn't let me spring for the

expensive Siegfreid and Roy tickets, but I convinced her to let me pay

for the cheaper Louis Anderson tickets.  (Two Louis Anderson tickets

cost way less than one Siegfreid and Roy.)  



She worked one shift while I was there, and didn't want to dance for

me, because we were on vacation together, so I spent that time with

one of the other dancers.  



We did some gambling, and some sightseeing.  We rode the Big Shot, a

ride on top of the Stratosphere.  (Not the roller coaster, but the

other ride.)  We took a drive out to Hoover Dam.  (We didn't go on the

Dam tour, but I took some Dam pictures.)  We drove around keeping an

eye out for likely apartment complexes, since she was talking about

moving out there.  



Even though we had gone out there separately, we came back on the same

flight.  



All in all, it was a Weekend That Failed To Suck.  



Steve W.