Daily Update

Yesterday was another crazy blur of a day.  We started out at 7AM, when we awoke after 5.5 short hours of sleeping, after the show Saturday night.  I was totally crabby from lack of sleep and whined until the coffee hit.

We headed out at 11am to go to brunch at one of the gays’ houses (Pastry Chef) for the other gay’s birthday (MainGay).  I brought stuff to make ginger and champagne cocktails and they were DELICIOUS.  The ginger liquer was totally yummy and it’s locally made–so locally, in fact, that our wine store guy told us that you can go volunteer there because it’s just a guy and his wife and their baby.  And they live in Ravensville.  So cute.  Me and Pastry Chef might do that sometime.

After a DELICIOUS brunch (fritatta, fruit salad, popovers, arugula salad and maple coffee cake), we headed over to the Renegade Craft Fair.  It was, as PastryChef would say, “Big boo.”  It sucked.  It was hot and overly crowded with three populations: slow-walking yuppies with strollers and/or dogs; slow-walking suburban grandparents; and slow-walking teenaged and 20-something wanna-be hipsters.  It would have been great if we were looking for $60 – $100 jewelry, $50-75 silkscreened posters or paper products with ironic sayings or animals (squirrels, elk, unicorns and deer were popular), or  $30-40 t-shirts.

Note to self: Get a permit and sell water at this event next year.  The gas station at Division and Damen was MOBBED with people buying water.

Then I came home and tried to take a nap, only to remember that I needed to run out to buy pastie tape.  Boo.  ANd my usual wig store is closed on Sundays.  BIG BOO.  I headed down to boystown and bought some tape at Beatnix.

Last night was fine, but I was exhausted. We did one round of the Joie de Vine show and called it a night.  Apparently, people called the “Green Bay Packers” are very interesting to Chicagoans when they play some people called “The Bears” in a game of football on the television.  Even our stagehand, the loyal and delightful FInch McLovin’, was more into the game last night than our show.  In retrospect, we should have planned a special football themed show for halftime.

Today just whipped me.  I’m totally sleepy from my day from hell.  It was all I could do to not snark at my most irritating colleague today.

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Imagined conversation…Partially based in reality.

Her (to my employee, as he was retrieving copies from the copiers for our meeting): I went to SONOTEQUE this weekend.

Me (to myself, snarkily): Oh, I didn’t know they had a special night for 708’s now!

Him (nicely):  Really?  Who was spinning? (he used to do music and fashion stuff)

Her:  It was reggae night!

Me:  (to myself again) Ohhhh.  Did they have a twofer for people from Elgin!  Wait, is that where you live?

Him:  Reggae?  Really?  (turns to me) Ready for our meeting?

Me:  Yeah.  Let’s go.

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All right.  Time to get back to putting the bathroom back together.  We were so busy brunching and getting sunburned amidst the hipsters this weekend that we didn’t have time for our chores.

Mas later!

xox,
Ms. Bea Haven