Okay, back now.
Mar. 17th, 2008 01:14 pmThe show sucked.
It wasn't epic suckitude, just mediocre suckitude. I did take in some money, after all. Not enough to make anywhere near a profit, or even break even, but at least I went home with something in my pocket.
Just when I think I have this industry figured out, it laughs in my face yet again. The sad thing is, I'm signed up for three more shows with this promoter. Two of them are in different areas of the country, but one of them is in the exact same location, and I'm already despairing about the failage.
Best interaction of the show:
Crazy woman, wearing three layers of rather incongruous clothing, including a rather soiled Cubs jacket: HELLO! (said very loudly and enthusiastically)
Me: Hi.
Crazy woman (even more loudly): JUST LOOKING!
Me: *hasn't asked if she was interested in anything--this happens to be one of my biggest pet peeves* Great.
Crazy woman: I need something for my daughter's wedding!
Me: Okay.
Crazy woman: JUST LOOKING!
Me: Er...okay.
Crazy woman: I really need something for my daughter's wedding.
Me: Well, I have plenty of stuff to choose from.
Crazy woman: I need something pink.
Me: I have pink things. *notices that she has about 24395862398 bags on each arm*
Crazy woman: blah blah blah wedding blah blah *finally picks out things*
Me: That will be $2.17.
Crazy woman: *pays*
Me: *hands bag to her*
Crazy woman: *pulls out disposable camera* I'M TAKING PITCHURS OF THE BOOTHS!!!
Me: *normally would not give permission, but, as it's clear that none of this pictures will be identifiable as anything but giant blurs, says nothing*
Crazy woman: *takes picture of one side of my booth--with a customer standing there, blocking most of the view* I LIKE TO TAKE PITCHURS OF THE [X]!
Me: But I don't have any [X] at my booth. At all.
Crazy woman: *takes picture of the other side of my booth* OH NOES I RUN OUT OF FILUM!
Me: That's too bad.
Crazy woman: *tries to put the disposable camera in one of the bags, ends up looking like a cat being sprayed with Silly String as she flails about, getting tangled in the bags*
Me: *facepalm*
It wasn't epic suckitude, just mediocre suckitude. I did take in some money, after all. Not enough to make anywhere near a profit, or even break even, but at least I went home with something in my pocket.
Just when I think I have this industry figured out, it laughs in my face yet again. The sad thing is, I'm signed up for three more shows with this promoter. Two of them are in different areas of the country, but one of them is in the exact same location, and I'm already despairing about the failage.
Best interaction of the show:
Crazy woman, wearing three layers of rather incongruous clothing, including a rather soiled Cubs jacket: HELLO! (said very loudly and enthusiastically)
Me: Hi.
Crazy woman (even more loudly): JUST LOOKING!
Me: *hasn't asked if she was interested in anything--this happens to be one of my biggest pet peeves* Great.
Crazy woman: I need something for my daughter's wedding!
Me: Okay.
Crazy woman: JUST LOOKING!
Me: Er...okay.
Crazy woman: I really need something for my daughter's wedding.
Me: Well, I have plenty of stuff to choose from.
Crazy woman: I need something pink.
Me: I have pink things. *notices that she has about 24395862398 bags on each arm*
Crazy woman: blah blah blah wedding blah blah *finally picks out things*
Me: That will be $2.17.
Crazy woman: *pays*
Me: *hands bag to her*
Crazy woman: *pulls out disposable camera* I'M TAKING PITCHURS OF THE BOOTHS!!!
Me: *normally would not give permission, but, as it's clear that none of this pictures will be identifiable as anything but giant blurs, says nothing*
Crazy woman: *takes picture of one side of my booth--with a customer standing there, blocking most of the view* I LIKE TO TAKE PITCHURS OF THE [X]!
Me: But I don't have any [X] at my booth. At all.
Crazy woman: *takes picture of the other side of my booth* OH NOES I RUN OUT OF FILUM!
Me: That's too bad.
Crazy woman: *tries to put the disposable camera in one of the bags, ends up looking like a cat being sprayed with Silly String as she flails about, getting tangled in the bags*
Me: *facepalm*
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Date: 2008-03-17 07:09 pm (UTC)I'll tell you one thing she has for certain--crappy hair dye that she hasn't opened recently. She had the Skunk Lady hairdo from hell.
*giant hugs*
I've seen Ian--and the recent pictures of his...ahem...suspicious
bulgeshamrock definitely raised my eyebrows. That man is made of hawt.(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-17 07:17 pm (UTC)He is made of hawt. I'm thinking of writing some Desmond porn just to get it out of my system. Because I have a lot of Desmond porn in my system.
Oh, speaking of porn (and when am I not?) I rec'd a fic the other day on my journal called "The Infiltration" which is a Udre Belicoff fic (Ian played this character in Hitman) and it is fucking on fire with the hot. D/s themes, bondage and an all-around good plot. Love the characters, the tension...just fab! You should totally check it out.
Here's my pimp post with links to the fic when you have time.. There are some punctuation errors and some misspells but I forgive these as it's her 2nd story and all. Besides, I copied it into word and corrected everything...lol. Because I'm really anal like that. But I really love the story. It rather owns my soul at the moment.
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Date: 2008-03-17 07:45 pm (UTC)She had dyed her hair a very, very dark brown. Maybe more like black. You know how really crappy black dye looks...matte? Her hair looked like that. It was a tangled rat's nest, and it looked desperately unhealthy. *shudders*
Ooh, thanks for the links. I'm a bit behind with LJ at the moment--I came back to skip?=270, ugh. So I'm still wading through. *giant hugs*