Amy and I drove around Downtown and East Sacramento yesterday looking for supplies for the Trash Film Orgy. We bought a fog machine, some plastic spiders and flies, and some other stuff. We’re really looking for an electric megaphone, I suppose called by some a bullhorn, too, but, man, those things are expensive!
We ended up at Darin and Christy’s house for an impromtu BBQ, and I brought some organic corn on the cob and a lovely piece of thresher shark to put on the grill. A man at the Food Co-op recommended this amazing bottle of cabernet sauvignon, not to go with the shark, but just in general. I’ll have to go look at the label again, because I don’t remember who it was, alas, except that it was from Amador County and it was organic and it was fantastic. It was about twice what I expected to pay but I didn’t care after tasting it.
We were waiting for Zack to get back from some meeting with some group of folks who are trying to produce a public access tv comedy/variety show so we could go pass out flyers at the Foo Fighters’ concert down a Memorial Auditorium. For those of you who haven’t been to Sacramento, Memorial Auditorium is a grand old brick structure downtown with seating for about 3500. I’d seen Def Leppard there back in the 1980′s when they were on their first tour before the authorities closed the hall because of earthquake concerns. Well, two years ago or so, they re-opened the auditorium after a retro-fit and restoration. I saw Bob Dylan there last year, and I expect I’ll see more shows there as well.
Anyway, by the time he got back from the meeting, it was nearly 2300, so we hustled our collective ass down to the venue only to find that we missed the great swell of people leaving. I did go into flier machine mode, though, and passed out about 125 of them. Truly, everyone that was left there took a flier either from me, or Zack, Amy, or Christy, but mostly me. I decided that this would be good practice for selling my massage services, so I looked every person I gave a flier to straight in the eyes, smiled, held it out, either movie list side up (for women), or sultry, scantily-clad woman side up (for men), and went into my patter. It worked like a champ. I had to keep going back to Amy for more fliers, and I got a nice shot in the arm for talking to strangers, too.
Hooray!
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