Why Not Minot?

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...
Some times it is difficult to make a decision about what to write because their are so many choices out their.  At least I can rest assured knowing that no matter what I write about, it won't be a stupid as some of my past decisions.  For instance, Let me bring you readers back to Christmas, 2011.
I used to be an exotic dancer, and though I had pretty much gotten out of this profession, I would go back to it every once in a while, when I was low on cash , or I if I was out of town on vacation somewhere I would stop in at a club to work for a night an make some extra fun money.
Well, my boyfriend and I were considering where we should go for Christmas, and at the same time I was stressing about $2000 worth of court fines I had because of a DUI I had gotten five years prior and never taken care of.  He suggested that we go to Key West, Florida, where we could both relax in the sun and I could work to make a few bucks to cover my fines.  It seemed like a great plan until our roommate put the ca-bosh on it:
"Dude, if you really wanna make some dough stripping , you should really go to North Dakota! I just read an article somewhere that boasted girls up there were making three grand a night! If you went there for a week you could potentially come back with ten grand!"  Though North Dakota was definitely not my dream vacation, nor was it my boyfriends, he agreed to join me on this potential gold mine of a journey.
Since it was for my court fines, planning the trip was my responsibility   My boyfriend offered to pay the way there and I agreed to pay the expenses for the trip back.  I thought I had planned it all perfectly, we would arrive in Minot, North Dakota, and from there we would take a bus to the strip Clubs, which I had researched slightly online, and had found out that you don't need a license to dance there.  I also got the phone numbers of several clubs but every time I tried to call I got a voice mail or a bust signal.  I didn't think too much about it, since I had danced in seven different states and every place had hired me on the spot, after a brief audition.
So, after a very long and hungover plane ride to the great white north, we arrived in Minot, ND, broke yet full of excitement; I was already spending the oodles of cash I was going to make in my dreamy head.  We checked into a Super Eight Motel for a hundred bucks, which was the cheapest one we could find, and then once we were settled, we pulled out the I Pod so we could make arrangement to leave for the strip clubs that night.  I called "HeartBreakers" once more, half expecting to hear nothing but another voice mail   Instead I got crushing news.  They told me that they would love it if I worked for their company, and the soonest they could book me was in March, three months later!  So hear we were, stuck in Minot North Dakota, penniless, without a plane ticket home and barely enough cash for another night in the hotel.  We were fucked.  Why not Minot? Now I know!