New Orleans Weekend: Titties

(Led back into private room by SMOKING HOT stripper for lap dance. We both sit down.)

NADIA: So. What's your name?
XMAS: Xmastime....what's yours?
NADIA: Nadia.
XMAS: Hmm.
NADIA: Where are you from?
XMAS: Brooklyn. Well, originally, we're all from Virginia.
NADIA: Really?
XMAS: That's right
NADIA: You don't have a southern accent.
XMAS: Nah.
NADIA: Actually, you sound like you're from the North.
XMAS: well...my parents were from Massachusetts...
NADIA: yes! That's what it is!
XMAS: Yeah
NADIA: You know, you say your R's kind of funny
XMAS: Hmm.
NADIA: What part of Massachusetts?
XMAS: Lowell...actually, my mother never lost her accent...
NADIA: Isn't that something!
XMAS: Yeah...hey, uh...can we get started already?

Christ. Wasting precious minutes talking about my mother with a stripper who critiques my speech. Great. And to add insult to blue balls, our "song" was a fucking Aerosmith song. There is no justice in this world. Sigh.