First show of the season in two days! Excited?
Mmmm, more tired than anything else, really.
To be 100% honest, it’s been a crappy month. Expensive dental visits, minor eye surgery (I was a very unsexy pirate for a hot second there, as they sent me home with an eye patch), rehabbing an injured hip and shoulder, paying out many dollars on top of doctors visits for show fees, AND doing all of the things you have to do to get ready for your season. Tent repairs/replacement, equipment checks, buying new stuff you didn’t have the money for last time around so you look like you kind of know what you’re doing, finding the old stuff that’s been stored in the garage since last season and hoping to FSM no woodland critters have made a home in it.
I’m just kind of pooped. But in two days I have to put the Show Face on like a boss and be charming and awesome and ready to rock and roll.
Cuz when I’m sitting around with nothing going on in the middle of February, it’s days on end of nothing amiss. But lawd forbid I got shit to do. The Universe will heap your plate and assume you want seconds because the universe is like my crazy Cuban grandma (which is silly to say, as both of my grandmas came from Havana, so technically, I have no other kind) that way, and even if I’ve already had half a chicken and a huge helping of black beans and rice, two pieces of bread and fried plantains, it’s all, “Aren’t you hungry? You hardly ate!”.
Such is life.
So this is how we roll when we have a show to do and are running short of damn;
Coffee. Obviously. Because people.
Beer. Same as above. But not till after. Because I’m HILARIOUS and extremely cheerful when I’ve been drinking, but I’m also really inappropriate and I cuss way more than normal. And since normal is like a Norwegian sailor, it’s best we save the celebrating till after the customers are gone.
Selection of K-pop tunes. Don’t judge me. G-Dragon is made of unicorns, and it is the best load in music of all time. Why? Because I dare you to be in a crappy mood listening to G-Dragon do anything. Possibly up to and including reading the ingredients off the back of whatever passes for Rice Krispies in Korea.
Cookies. Because I like to reward myself for doing the things I would be doing anyway, but are less fun to do without a cookie at the end. Who doesn’t want a cookie? Ok, who is me and doesn’t want a cookie? Nobody, that’s who.
Help. Mah boo and my bestie are my go to booth monkeys and they rock it. One was a rennie like me, so can sell anything even if he’s completely making up everything he knows about it. And the other sold cars, so he can sell anything, even if you don’t want it, and you’ll still end up thumping him on the back and thinking you got a great deal even 15% above MSRP. I have no idea what I just said. I don’t know what MSRP is. Possibly it’s the acronym for the secret police in some cold country I’ve never heard of. And I would never price my stuff like they price cars because that’s douche-y. MY POINT BEING, having people whose help is actually helpful (rather than well meaning but a total pain in the ass because it makes more work for you but you don’t want anyone to get butt hurt so you smile and thank them and let them mess with your chi just to be nice) is SO AWESOME.
Am I destroying the illusion here?
I know people want a story with their art, and I have one. But that story is not that this isn’t work, or hard, or a pain in the ass that borders on epic sometimes, especially when all of the OTHER things are piling on. The creation part is the easy part, relatively speaking. It’s hard work but it’s fun work so that’s ok. The rest, the marketing, applying to shows, financial stuff, omg taxes, all that, can be overwhelming.
And sometimes you run out of damn to give. It’s OK that that happens. It’s normal. And I’m telling myself here as much as anyone else, because like most people, I’m hard on myself when I’m falling short of having super powers. So I’m saying, it’s ok. For you and me.
I’m here for you. I understand.
And I have beer. Beer good. Foamy.