Spend close to 20 years with some one and they tend to get to know ya. I called Steve with the news of "biopsy" and "skin cancer on the face" and he knew I'd be freak'n a bit. He came home early with some lovely orange roses (yes orange. I'm not a fan of red ones unless they are of the black magic varitey and yes I know the difference). I had a few drinks, gave him some oral pleasure to thank him for the roses and knowing me so well. Since I had a few drinks I had him drive me to work. The drought is over with.............. My first table was a lovely french woman with 3 well behaved darling children. They wanted to know my name so they could ask for me next time. 2nd table was a couple that could not keep their hands off each other. 3rd table was a woman, nurse and older gal with alzheimers. I could tell the daughter was a bit frazzled and her mother reminded me of Amy, a former client at Slappy's. I listened to the mother and conspired with her to "sneak out the side door and get the heck outta here". Of course that did not happen, but I did my best to make the mom feel like she wasn't losing it when we all know they are with that horrible disease. The rest of the night was a blurr. I had a party of 13 followed by a party of 15 all the while waiting on a few other tables. I made good money. When Steve picked me up he had a really stiff drink in a to go cup. I had a nice buzz going by the time we made it through the golden arches for Pudd'n and we got home. Life is good.