So strip- and nightclubs are opening up again in Toronto.
This came up in a news feed while I was procrastinating, taking a bit of a writing break. Given my state of mental health at the moment (BLAH with capital letters) I thought I’d give it a read-through to see what’s new. Let’s see…
They say the dancers (strippers) have to remain on the stage and can’t descend onto customers’ laps unless the customer is from within the dancer’s household.
Okay then. 😶
Also the strippers will wear masks. 😷
So will customers unless they’re eating and drinking…I suspect drinking is a thing in strip joints, but eating? I guess it is, technically, a bar, which serves food, but then what do I know, I don’t frequent strip joints myself… 🙃
There are the usual maximum patrons limits which I won’t bother listing here because a) it keeps changing, b) no one seems to reinforce the rules anyway, and c) I don’t care.
Guests, as they’re called, have to remain seated, even if a certain tune comes on the loudspeaker and they want to get up and boogie to it. (Do ‘guests’ do this in strip joints? I thought they were there to watch the girl dance?) ❗❓
But here’s the interesting thing:
“…business owners are required to keep customer logs with personal information to enable contact tracing.” 👀
Yeah, that log is gonna be accurate. 😂
As I scroll down on the article, I see a few noteworthy notes: some places do allow lap dances but both dancer and customer are required to wear masks for the duration. Although I think it says something of customers having to be from within the stripper’s household and/or bubble…which makes sense, technically, to keep everyone safe.
But…it kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it, if the boyfriend/husband gets the lap dance and slips her the bills instead of a random customer with spare cash stuffed into his pockets? 🤔
Don’t ask me to explain, I am not familiar with these things…😛
And then…I saw this:
House of Lancaster posted an ad because they are so busy, they’re actually hiring. 😉
This whole pandemic has caused some perplexing disruptions in all sorts of industries, including the sexy nightlife one.
Anyway, reading and writing about this killed an hour and reinforced that I really don’t like writing fiction, I’m not good at it, I hate writing and I quit, so tomorrow I’m going to apply for a job as a cashier and be done with it.
Good riddance. 🙄
Happy it’s almost over hump day. See you in the comments.