Zack, Amy, and I went to Cesar Chavez Plaza yesterday to pass out more fliers for TFO. Live rock music isn’t the best place to try to talk to people about a film festival, but I did manage to pass out about one hundred fliers between bands, talking to each person for about 30-60 seconds, or more. This is something that I’ve become surprisingly good at.
Later that evening, Zack came over for his wedding anniversary gift, a massage. Eric arrived during the massage, and I heard him knocking on the door, but I never interrupt a massage, so he went to the car and came back about twenty minutes later.
The three of us piled into the big old Chrysler and I drove us first to the Colonial Theater to talk up the show at the Tek 9 concert. There weren’t any people outside in front, though, so we headed back downtown to the Distillery and Club21, an indie/punk club and the local lesbian bar. They are right around the corner from each other, so I talked the night manager at Club21 into having her security girls put fliers on each table in the place. The guy at the Distillery let us put some fliers on their flier table, but he wouldn’t let us in, the bastard.
Off we walked the several blocks to the True Love Coffeehouse, where some folk artist was entertaining the crowd with bawdy tales and tawdry songs. While we had been walking, I talked to about 20 people about the TFO, and gave almost all of them a flier. I really like seeing the interest light up their faces, as some giant stranger quickly, yet politely, talks to them about girls wrestling in meat, the trashville carnival, peter jackson’s dead alive, a fun website, blah, blah, blah. Zack and Eric decided that since I was on fire that they would be my posse and let me do most of the talking. Of course, they were wearing matching TFO shirts, too, so it looked cool. Truly, I tell you, I felt really alive and energized last night.
After we got kicked out of the True Love, because they don’t want people passing out fliers to their customers, just leaving some on their table, which I can understand, I went back in to get my mocha that I had bought, and talked to the night manager about what we were up to. He appreciated that I came back to talk to him – it’s important to network and spread good-will, and I didn’t want any hard feelings or anything.
Next we were out of fliers, so we walked back to the car and decided to pile in and head over to Old Ironsides, where we met this professional skater-chick who’s on the team Girl. She introduced me to her girlfriend, “the love of her life,” and I talked up the festival that much more. Standing in the middle of the street at 01:20 with a cute girl pro skater, with my posse hangin’, and a crowd of folks standing nearby listening to me talk about the Queen of Trash defending her title, the real wedding we’re going to have during “Phantom of the Paradise,” and the other stuff, was a high.
I was really high from all the talk, but Zack wanted to head over to Darin’s to get some signage worked on, and Eric wanted to go to the Gallery Horse Cow to check out the full-moon witch girl party that Amy and Christy and the other girls were having, so we split from Ironsides, and headed over to the Horse Cow. Well, they didn’t want us interrupting their female energy, so they didn’t let us in, but we were hungry anyway, so we headed over to Del Taco to munch out.
At Darin’s, the four of us brainstormed on some signage and stuff for the Trashville Carnival, the booths and such that we are going to set up at the Crest’s lobby. After about an hour of that, Amy and Christy arrived and put an end to our male energy, so Zack and Amy split, and I took Eric back to my place so he could get his car.
Today, we make sets, and I head to the Slumbear Party that the Sacramento Valley Bears (http://www.sacvalleybears.org/) throws this time every year. Also, it’s the Lambda Freedom Fair (http://www.lambda-sacramento.com/about/), so busy, busy, busy.
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