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valis2The 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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Date: 2007-10-22 11:48 am (UTC)Sorry it sucked. :/
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Date: 2007-10-22 04:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-22 04:18 pm (UTC)