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We've had our awards parties two years straight now, in the year after the year
we base our data on. That is....if you were derelict of the year or dancer
of the year in 1998 we voted for you in 1999.
This year we met here at Jack's
Hangover Haven.....that's my place. Philip21 drove all the way up
from western Indiana the night before and we went clubbing. The next
day it snowed five inches which seemed to bear the kiss of death for the
party. But the snow stopped early in the afternoon and the roads were
clear by evening.
Alex, our last year's dancer of
the year arrived with Misty and her husband, Mikey. She had retired
from dancing and wanted to announce her retirement through a party and club
hopping spree. Then Allen Nilman drove down from the Centralia
area. Right on Allen's heels came Sahara, Selena, and Rocker from New
Athens, a small town fifty odd miles from Collinsville that seems to have more
than its fair share of dancers and bartenders from the St. Louis Metro East Club
scene. Much later on Silky came to the party with several of her
friends.
Right off we had no idea of who
the new Lost Angels Dancer of the Year should be. We hadn't gotten a
single email. Alex and I went into one of the bedrooms to talk about who
we would nominate to be the new Dancer of the Year. I had, after
all, said that previous winners would have a lot of say about who the new winner
would be and Alex's judgment had proven to be impeccable all year long. Right off we had no idea of who
the new Lost Angels Dancer of the Year should be. We hadn't gotten a
single email. Alex and I went into one of the bedrooms to talk about who
we would nominate to be the new Dancer of the Year. I had, after
all, said that previous winners would have a lot of say about who the new winner
would be and Alex's judgment had proven to be impeccable all year long.
Alex thought about it for a
moment or two. Both of us mentioned several women, then Alex broke
into a big smile. "Selena. Selena should be our new dancer of
the year." And I agreed with her. Selena had always been
on the level with me. And when I met her at the bar in Visions it
wasn't "Please buy me a drink, Jack." "Let's
have a drink together' had always been Selena's attitude and she had always been
willing to pay half our bar tab. Selena had been online. She had
also driven 130 miles one way to Collinsville for a photo shoot which lead to
her doing a video at C Mowes while Plone was visiting from San
Francisco.
Selena was in the living room
oblivious that she would be up for an award. After all, just a few short
weeks ago she had gotten tanked on her ass when she was with Nilman and
me. Sixteen shots within forty-five minutes had been almost enough
to make her forget her name. Returning to our guests Alex and I
announced our nominationSelena was in the living room
oblivious that she would be up for an award. After all, just a few short
weeks ago she had gotten tanked on her ass when she was with Nilman and
me. Sixteen shots within forty-five minutes had been almost enough
to make her forget her name. Returning to our guests Alex and I
announced our nomination
for Selena to be the new Dancer of the
Year. A look of shock came over Selena's face as the whole room
seconded our nomination.
We next voted on Female Derelict of the
Year. Now Selena can be pretty derelict and if you watch our movie from
the link above you will see what I mean. But she had already won
Dancer of the Year and Dancer of the Year could not win two awards we had long
ago decided. Which made it no contest. Leandra loomed heavily
into our group consciousness.
Leandra had been a young Dollies
dancer but had only danced for a couple months. Her parents lived close to
my apartment and she had been coming over once a week and sometimes more often
than that. Her claim to dereliction had been well established in our
1999 voting for "Worse Female Bull shitter" and "Most Derelict
Female" but she had pulled out all the stops at a little party I had
several weeks before this one. The long and short of that one is she
had brought a date to my Hangover Haven, then tried to ditch him.
Lori and Ron were there and for awhile I didn't know who she wanted more, Lori
or me. But Lori's a straight arrow when it comes to this kind of
thing and Leandra started to look like a lost puppy.
Every time she went to the
bathroom to take a piss she'd call me in there. Her date would soon
join us, uninvited, and would start babbling about how much he loved
her. I started to think that the main event at that party was
Leandra Untrendy Toilet Sex except there was no sex going on in that
bathroom. Later on I heard loud shouting from the living room as I was
getting a beer from the kitchen. I had conned Leandra into letting
me lap dance her for a few seconds and she had lap danced Voodoo's friend which
must have upset her date. "Couldn't have that." The cops
had already been to my apartment when I had the stereo up early in the evening
while doing the Nordik Trak. Every time she went to the
bathroom to take a piss she'd call me in there. Her date would soon
join us, uninvited, and would start babbling about how much he loved
her. I started to think that the main event at that party was
Leandra Untrendy Toilet Sex except there was no sex going on in that
bathroom. Later on I heard loud shouting from the living room as I was
getting a beer from the kitchen. I had conned Leandra into letting
me lap dance her for a few seconds and she had lap danced Voodoo's friend which
must have upset her date. "Couldn't have that." The cops
had already been to my apartment when I had the stereo up early in the evening
while doing the Nordik Trak.
I had to boot the guy out.
Just grabbed him and threw him out on his ear. Ten minutes later
Lori told me he was hanging around the door so I had to go out there and give
him a choice of being pounded into the pavement or letting me walk him to his
car. He chose being walked to his car. Just grabbed him and threw him out on his ear. Ten minutes later
Lori told me he was hanging around the door so I had to go out there and give
him a choice of being pounded into the pavement or letting me walk him to his
car. He chose being walked to his car.
Leandra won the Female Derelict
of the Year award hands down. And not just for bringing that loser
to my place. Besides...it was obvious she had told the guy she
loved him. She's good for that line.
And along with Female Derelict of
the Year comes the Male Derelict of the Year. This one went to Km up
in Northern Indiana. Not for anything specific.......just on general
principle but you just have to know Keith to know why he deserved the
trophy. Then....a new award and that's for Single Derelict Act of the
Year. This one just had to go to Ron, Lori's husband for his stellar
New Year's Eve performance in which he tried to kiss everything in sight among
other things.
Club
of the year went to Visions. They had some excellent dancers
here and I ended up doing this club's web site work. Became good friends
with some of the girls, notably
Lori,
Selena,
Sahara
and
Angie
and didn't find a manager that I didn't like. Club had real
poles. Moreover for years it had been the scene of many adventures that
had been out of proportion to the relatively few times I had been here, compared
with Dollies. You could eat here anytime day or night and the club
stayed open until six a.m. on weekends. Inside had been an excellent VIP
room and an exquisite lighting system that set off the stage and other parts of
the club much of which surrounded the patrons with mirrors. Weeks
could go by without a single girl asking me for as much as a drink and when they
did they usually bought me one in return. But the club had been
plagued by poor location out in Centreville and you had to go down a long lane
behind PT's to get to it. Relatively poor attendance out of proportion to
what it deserved meant a change in thinking from the owners who transformed it
into a club featuring male dancers for a gay clientele. Visions
became Boxers and Briefs.
On that last day and night
Visions existed as a gentlemen's club with female dancers we all pulled out all
the stops. Lori and I took tons of pictures, this time aiming our cameras
at the stage for the first time. It was the last time the women would all
have jobs there and no one seemed to care much who got caught in the cross fire
of our picture taking. I ended up with seventy-six pictures and a
hangover the next day. It had been a bitter sweet ending for a place
that had given me so many great memories through the years. Things
would never be the same again.On that last day and night
Visions existed as a gentlemen's club with female dancers we all pulled out all
the stops. Lori and I took tons of pictures, this time aiming our cameras
at the stage for the first time. It was the last time the women would all
have jobs there and no one seemed to care much who got caught in the cross fire
of our picture taking. I ended up with seventy-six pictures and a
hangover the next day. It had been a bitter sweet ending for a place
that had given me so many great memories through the years. Things
would never be the same again.
Except I would still end up
friends with a number of the girls, two of whom were at the Awards
Party---Sahara and Selena. We voted Visions as the Club of the year---for
the year 1999 that is although we were casting our votes in 2000, which had
started the new Millennium for better or worse. Selena, Sahara and I
agreed that someone should get the trophy for the club of the year and that
person should be Charlie who I had first met as a waitress at Platinum but who
had become one of the best managers we had ever met. Lori hadn't made it
to this party since she had gotten sicker than a dog but she agreed that
Charlie, one of the few women managers in the St Louis Metro East, deserved to
get the trophy although we could easily have chosen Charles who had been General
Manager before Platinum had sold the club off to Hot Shots. Charles came
back as a manager after Hot Shots bought the club. Choosing between
Charles and Charlie had been a dilemma and to tell you the truth neither one of
them deserved the trophy more than the other one. Except I would still end up
friends with a number of the girls, two of whom were at the Awards
Party---Sahara and Selena. We voted Visions as the Club of the year---for
the year 1999 that is although we were casting our votes in 2000, which had
started the new Millennium for better or worse. Selena, Sahara and I
agreed that someone should get the trophy for the club of the year and that
person should be Charlie who I had first met as a waitress at Platinum but who
had become one of the best managers we had ever met. Lori hadn't made it
to this party since she had gotten sicker than a dog but she agreed that
Charlie, one of the few women managers in the St Louis Metro East, deserved to
get the trophy although we could easily have chosen Charles who had been General
Manager before Platinum had sold the club off to Hot Shots. Charles came
back as a manager after Hot Shots bought the club. Choosing between
Charles and Charlie had been a dilemma and to tell you the truth neither one of
them deserved the trophy more than the other one.
Thhigh
regard we had for the Visions management. Wich brings up the Club Owner
of the Year and we had a trophy for an owner I had in mind. the high
regard we had for the Visions management. Which brings up the Club Owner
of the Year and we had a trophy for an owner I had in mind. high
regard we had for the Visions management. Wich brings up the Club Owner
of the Year and we had a trophy for an owner I had in mind. the high
regard we had for the Visions management. Which brings up the Club Owner
of the Year and we had a trophy for an owner I had in mind.
Heaven
up in northern Indiana was online with us anxious to keep tabs on how the
voting was going. On my laptop I asked her who should be owner of the
year. Heaven instantly instant messaged me back....Sammy. I
had been raving about
Sam
Stimmel to the Metro East girls for months. Alex, Selena, and
Sahara agreed that Sam should be the club owner of the year, especially Alex who
had been a house guest of Sam's on one of my last visits.
This was no contest. Sam
had long ago proven that his work ethics were second to none. Hard to find
a harder working man in any profession or one who took club ownership more
seriously. He was always at the Gentlemen's Club Owners in Las
Vegas, taking in every seminar, taking in every word. Promotion
minded to the core, Sam had been open to fresh ideas from every corner.
He'd drive his dancers throughout the state of Indiana in his limo from club to
club, to Hot Body contests, and other events to get them better
known. A gentleman through and through his word had always been
absolute and he was viewed by many of his dancers as a second father. They
don't come any better than Sam.
The trickiest of all the awards
was the "it girl". Of all the women Heaven had been with
the Lost Angels the longest. Renee who I had also met at Stimmelators
along with Heaven had pretty much retired from dancing at the ripe old age of
28. Renee lived in southern Michigan whereas Heaven lived in
northern Indiana. Not to be forgotten was Sahara who has a figure
that just doesn't quit and who has this way about her that seems to beg me to
squeeze her or hold her hand. The It Girl to me at least has a
little something about her that most women don't have. I had in mind
the concept of the "It Girl" from the early part of the twentieth
century when Clara Bow had been one of the reigning queens of the silent film
era. One man after another had flipped over her. The
premise behind the "It girl" was that she just had "It" a
certain hard to define sensuality that took into account more than simple good
look.
For me at least,For me at least,
Renee,
when I first met her more than three years ago, had been cute right off
the get go in every sense. Cute face, cute figure, cute personality, and
cute way of moving around a room. She had impressed me with her
interest in getting online, in checking the web site out, and with her
willingness to be one of the first Stimmelators girls to do pictures.
We've been good friends ever since and it's almost gotten to the point where a
trip to northern Indiana would be considered incomplete without our partying
together. Three times in a row during my last three visits to
Stimmelators Renee has driven from Michigan to the club just to be with our
crowd.
And what more can be said about
Heaven? Here it was a Saturday night and she was staying at home to stay
in touch with us partying at Jack's Hang Over Haven down in the St Louis Metro
East as she typed her messages into her computer. The 1997 Dancer of
the Year, Heaven had represented my booth at the Las Vegas
convention. And by now I've taken pictures of over 200 dancers yet
no one has ever taken better pictures than Heaven.
Outward beauty does not even
begin to do Heaven justice. Her prose and poetry can bring tears to
a man or woman's eye. I'll go that one step better----if it doesn't you
have ice in your veins. Her leadership is second to
none. I don't care if she's up dancing in Connecticut---if she
wants to get online with us she will. Nothing stops Heaven.
She's been with us the longest, has been the most active, consistently.
She's a Lost Angel through and through. No....she's more than
that. She's Heaven.Outward beauty does not even
begin to do Heaven justice. Her prose and poetry can bring tears to
a man or woman's eye. I'll go that one step better----if it doesn't you
have ice in your veins. Her leadership is second to
none. I don't care if she's up dancing in Connecticut---if she
wants to get online with us she will. Nothing stops Heaven.
She's been with us the longest, has been the most active, consistently.
She's a Lost Angel through and through. No....she's more than
that. She's Heaven.
Three it girls. Trophies to all
three. Renee, who's our "It girl" from
Michigan. Heaven who's our "It girl" from Indiana and
Sahara who's our Metro East "It girl."Three it girls. Trophies to all
three. Renee, who's our "It girl" from
Michigan. Heaven who's our "It girl" from Indiana and
Sahara who's our Metro East "It girl."
Next award is for Humanitarian of
the Year. This one's for Tommy Davis who runs
Chameleon
Club in Washington Park. At this point both Alex and Selena jump
up with me in front of the video camera as all three of us give our
speeches. By the way, we edited some of that portion out since it's
only for insiders to know about what we really feel about Tommy Davis......most
of it good by the way. Two weeks after the party I bring Tommy his
trophy as Humanitarian of the Year which he proudly puts on display on the
mantel over the club's bar. You just gotta know Tommy. A
practical joker like me, he can be all business running his place. Next award is for Humanitarian of
the Year. This one's for Tommy Davis who runs
Chameleon
Club in Washington Park. At this point both Alex and Selena jump
up with me in front of the video camera as all three of us give our
speeches. By the way, we edited some of that portion out since it's
only for insiders to know about what we really feel about Tommy Davis......most
of it good by the way. Two weeks after the party I bring Tommy his
trophy as Humanitarian of the Year which he proudly puts on display on the
mantel over the club's bar. You just gotta know Tommy. A
practical joker like me, he can be all business running his place.
And now...the one we've all been
anxiously waiting for........"The Leech of the Year trophy".
Last year
I
had been barred from Dollies over that one. And to tell you the
truth I still have the Leech of the Year trophy for 1999 still on my living room
table. Here's why?
Most of us knew a cute blonde who
went by Candy, meeting her first at the Platinum Club and later on getting
better acquainted with her at Dollies, then Chameleon. For years
Candy's had a boyfriend who's been living off of her. Hasn't worked for
years. Then last year I had a party or two or three and Candy wanted
to come to the next one. I had her phone number. Jade and Alex
had come over for a party as we waited for other guests to arrive.
Candy lived close to me...where, I'm not sure. But when I called,
her leech boyfriend made her get off the phone right away since no one was
paying them anything for Candy's time away from home. Jade
then grabbed the phone away from me, vowing: "I'll go pick her little
ass up myself if I have to drag her down here." No one answered
Jade's call.Most of us knew a cute blonde who
went by Candy, meeting her first at the Platinum Club and later on getting
better acquainted with her at Dollies, then Chameleon. For years
Candy's had a boyfriend who's been living off of her. Hasn't worked for
years. Then last year I had a party or two or three and Candy wanted
to come to the next one. I had her phone number. Jade and Alex
had come over for a party as we waited for other guests to arrive.
Candy lived close to me...where, I'm not sure. But when I called,
her leech boyfriend made her get off the phone right away since no one was
paying them anything for Candy's time away from home. Jade
then grabbed the phone away from me, vowing: "I'll go pick her little
ass up myself if I have to drag her down here." No one answered
Jade's call.
Hey face it....this guy is such a
leech that I don't think anyone else is in it with him....this year.
But girls who had worked with Candy had warned me that sending a Leech of the
Year Trophy to Candy's place would tear her up inside. And...you just
gotta know Candy. The guy's telling her he's dying.
Probably really putting one over on her. A real same
artist. All it will do is to make her more miserable and she's not
going to ever want to talk with me again. Or Alex for that
matter. Or any of the others.
So the Leech of the Year trophy
still lives on in infamy on my table and I just don't know what to do with
it. Which brings up the other awards. "Biggest
Hustler of the Year" goes to Angie up in northern Indiana.
Angie's got the gift. Most successful dancer we've ever
met. Most business minded hustler of the year goes to
Silky who used to work at Dollies who now arrives at the party. But
Silkey's got a regular job now and it keeps her late into her
shift. Several friends come with her to Jack's Hang Over
Haven.
It's still party time
and everyone wants to hit a club or two. Getting pretty late so we opt for
the Crystal Palace which is the place Selena and Sahara were dancing at.
Enmass we vacate my Hangover Haven and head to the club where we have a blast.
And where once again we start to wonder about Selena. Whether we should
have voted on her as the Female Derelict of the Year instead of Dancer of the
Year.It's still party time
and everyone wants to hit a club or two. Getting pretty late so we opt for
the Crystal Palace which is the place Selena and Sahara were dancing at.
Enmass we vacate my Hangover Haven and head to the club where we have a blast.
And where once again we start to wonder about Selena. Whether we should
have voted on her as the Female Derelict of the Year instead of Dancer of the
Year.
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