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The drive out was nice.
The show was hellish. Not only did I not make money--I lost money doing this show. I wish I hadn't splurged for a second night at the helltel--er, hotel--I would have at least broken even, I think.
I checked in, and the woman at the hotel was quite cheerful and well-dressed, and told me they had an amazing variety at the buffet (they did not, it was the same breakfast buffet that nearly every hotel of this ilk provides) and said that the restaurant had the most delicious food (it was some crappy bar/restaurant, and the wave of smoke that hits you upon entering the mere hallway connected to it convinced me that I must not eat there). Also, she provided this unique insight into hotel management.
Hotel woman: Oh, you're in an "A" room.
Me: *blinks* There are different levels? Do you have "Z" rooms?
Hotel woman: It goes from "A" to "L". The L rooms are pretty sad.
Me: Really?
Hotel woman: We only rent them to the drunks!
I also somehow worked Fluffy (from PS/SS) into the conversation, weirdly enough.
And I question the level of my room, as it was twelve feet from the restaurant/bar, and I could not get to sleep until 1am both nights because the music was so loud and thumpy.
I woke up on Saturday morning to drive out to the show, and promptly realized that I was getting sick. At this point one side of my throat is very tender and a bit swollen, and it hurts to swallow. Also, my period started just after noon on Saturday. Yes, tired, raspy, cranky--great combo.
Favorite customer? Kitty. Really, that was her name.
Multiple-choice question: Who can guess what was on her sweater?
a) Kitties.
b) Hearts.
c) Butterflies.
d) Flowers.
e) Pink glittery threads.
f) All of the above. <--the correct choice, of course.
Actual conversation with Kitty (condensed, to preserve your sanity):
Kitty: I was at another booth, and the man had the flier, you know, the one they send to us to let us know that y'all are here, that piece of paper, and he was showing it to a woman, and what was that for?
Me: Uh...what?
Kitty: There was a flier, they sent it to all of us, because we need to know when y'all are going to be here, and he had the flier, and he was at a booth, and he showed it to a woman, why?
Me: I don't think I understand the question.
Kitty: This flier that they send out to the customers, I went to a booth, the man had the flier, and he was showing it to another woman, what was that for?
Me: I'm not certain that I know what you're talking about.
Kitty's friend: *I* don't even know what you're talking about.
Kitty: I think I need to go sit down.
I am so pathetically glad to be home. Glad glad glad. I think I need to go to the doctor tomorrow and throw money at him so he can make the evil throat-swelling nasty go away.
The show was hellish. Not only did I not make money--I lost money doing this show. I wish I hadn't splurged for a second night at the helltel--er, hotel--I would have at least broken even, I think.
I checked in, and the woman at the hotel was quite cheerful and well-dressed, and told me they had an amazing variety at the buffet (they did not, it was the same breakfast buffet that nearly every hotel of this ilk provides) and said that the restaurant had the most delicious food (it was some crappy bar/restaurant, and the wave of smoke that hits you upon entering the mere hallway connected to it convinced me that I must not eat there). Also, she provided this unique insight into hotel management.
Hotel woman: Oh, you're in an "A" room.
Me: *blinks* There are different levels? Do you have "Z" rooms?
Hotel woman: It goes from "A" to "L". The L rooms are pretty sad.
Me: Really?
Hotel woman: We only rent them to the drunks!
I also somehow worked Fluffy (from PS/SS) into the conversation, weirdly enough.
And I question the level of my room, as it was twelve feet from the restaurant/bar, and I could not get to sleep until 1am both nights because the music was so loud and thumpy.
I woke up on Saturday morning to drive out to the show, and promptly realized that I was getting sick. At this point one side of my throat is very tender and a bit swollen, and it hurts to swallow. Also, my period started just after noon on Saturday. Yes, tired, raspy, cranky--great combo.
Favorite customer? Kitty. Really, that was her name.
Multiple-choice question: Who can guess what was on her sweater?
a) Kitties.
b) Hearts.
c) Butterflies.
d) Flowers.
e) Pink glittery threads.
f) All of the above. <--the correct choice, of course.
Actual conversation with Kitty (condensed, to preserve your sanity):
Kitty: I was at another booth, and the man had the flier, you know, the one they send to us to let us know that y'all are here, that piece of paper, and he was showing it to a woman, and what was that for?
Me: Uh...what?
Kitty: There was a flier, they sent it to all of us, because we need to know when y'all are going to be here, and he had the flier, and he was at a booth, and he showed it to a woman, why?
Me: I don't think I understand the question.
Kitty: This flier that they send out to the customers, I went to a booth, the man had the flier, and he was showing it to another woman, what was that for?
Me: I'm not certain that I know what you're talking about.
Kitty's friend: *I* don't even know what you're talking about.
Kitty: I think I need to go sit down.
I am so pathetically glad to be home. Glad glad glad. I think I need to go to the doctor tomorrow and throw money at him so he can make the evil throat-swelling nasty go away.
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Though I do suspect that Kitty was actually from Venus.
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(Dumb customers, however, are just par for the course.)
Not much happened while you were gone, really. JK Rowling announced that Dumbledore was gay, and the fandom is once again divided between celebrants and wankers. Other than that...meh.
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I think I love her.
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I saw a link to that in TPMM but it was scrambled and I gave up--will definitely track that down. I can't wait to see what people are saying about it!
Up-to-the-minute-iconage as always, I see. ;)
My retinas have almost recovered. Almost. If I can just get through today with any pink sparklage I should be all right.
I forgot to mention that I wrote an angsty Snupin haiku set. Two of them, actually. I know you're not surprised.
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When I first saw the news and realized it wasn't just a fandom prank, I laughed like an idjit. I've been grinning my head off about it all weekend. Of course, that's in between wanting to smack people who start off posts with, "I don't have anything against gays, but..."
Angsty Snupin haiku? The show was that bad, huh? [makes sadface in your general direction]
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Yeah, it was that bad. The two sets of haiku have interlocking themes and act as foils for each other. That's how much free time I had. :(
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*hugs*
Guh on that whole experience. *pets*
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Sorry it sucked. :/
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I am using my Church Lady tribute icon in honor of Kitty, as it seems like they'd get along famously.
I am glad you made it home safely though, and hope you are feeling better soon. *hugs*
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;) I feel better today, thank goodness, though my throat is still sore, so I think I will go in to the doctor anyway. *hugs*
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