The new stagette pole arrived today. The guy at my mail box service is TOO cool. I told him that because the heaviest piece was 80 pounds, that I couldn't pick it up for at least a week (which is when I can get a man to help me). For no charge at all, he drove it up to my place in his pick up truck and dropped it off. As luck would have it, he is the father of a gal who used to pole dance here in Seattle. I forgot her name, but she is the extremely talented red-headed gal that often pole danced at shows with Pantera (she has since moved out of state).
The whole thing with offering workshops through that bar in the U-District is not going so well yet. After having instructors demonstrate for two Friday nights in a row, and plastering the bar with fliers announcing the workshop, only 3 people have signed up for the workshop on the 15th. Far more women than that have joined our mailing list as a result of the performance demos. One of my instructors goes around and invites the women to sign up for the list and they are happy to. But when it comes to committing to a date for a workshop at the bar, girls usually say they're not sure if they have plans or not that day. I guess they would rather be on the mailing list and sign up for classes later at their leisure. Or maybe the idea of learning to pole dance in a bar, is just very unappealing to the average college gal.
In a final note, one of the girls in the last party I taught tonight, told me how much fun they all had and what a good instructor I am. That's so priceless. Hearing that means far more than the money I make doing it.