Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
workin' in a gay bar....
Many moments happen that require some comment, these are a few of them:
#34
me (walking up to my table):
"Hello! Can I get you something to drink?"
female customer (sitting alone)
"uh...., I'm sorry, I'm strait"
me:
"me too, I'm your waitress."
#47
what kind of person wears striped sox with Birkenstocks and then empties thier ashtray in the plant beside them???
#55
getting my hair cut and colored and being noticed by every boy that "something is different". then, them each proceding to not just look at my hair, but smooth it down at the roots to check the new highlight job....
#34
me (walking up to my table):
"Hello! Can I get you something to drink?"
female customer (sitting alone)
"uh...., I'm sorry, I'm strait"
me:
"me too, I'm your waitress."
#47
what kind of person wears striped sox with Birkenstocks and then empties thier ashtray in the plant beside them???
#55
getting my hair cut and colored and being noticed by every boy that "something is different". then, them each proceding to not just look at my hair, but smooth it down at the roots to check the new highlight job....
Friday, October 06, 2006
creating a moment
The event. The delicious event. Was it a success or a failure? Good or Bad?
Both.
Let me explain. No, no, let me sum up.....
The good?
It was a success in everyone who attended was happy. They learned new things about 3 varietals, they watched as the servers changed from one hot dress to the next, they laughed, they looked at the art of 8 local artists and gave positive feedback to all the elements. The magician's only minor challenge was the presence of children holding his humourus tounge. Two of the artists sold a piece and were delighted and the chef and the massage people got contacts for new clients. The music pumping from the DJ set the tone of being the-without-a-doubt-place-to-be. Overall, the night was fun, new, diffferent, and definatly an experience that needs to happen more for San Diego.
The bad?
The huge challenge was narrowed down to 3 main elements.
1. The gaslamp on a Saturday night leaves nothing to be desired in the arena of parking. Many circled for nearly an hour trying to find a spot to leave their cars. Some (even me and the photographer) chose the valet and parted with $20- for thier service.
2. Location, location, location. Harbor Drive runs along the convention center and jets up along the gaslamp. Apparently, the numbers do some crazy meandoring around the venue we held delicious at. So, many got lost and either chose to not battle the parking or arrived fairly late.
3. The owner of the San Diego Wine and Culinary Center is anything but helpful. The 1st two issues were accnoliged by him only after the evening--thanks buddy! He battled us from set up to close down on simple things and was complained about by our guests on account of his demeanor (not nice).
We'd hoped to break even financially and wound up in the hole by a significant amount. That fact sucks, but isn't the end of the world, nor will it keep me from pushing on and having more, more, more events. Lindsay and I worked super well together and I for one had a fabulous time from conception to the bottle of wine we shared well after it was all said and done.
My favorite part of the whole thing?
May sound odd, but I can't get the scene we created out of my head. There was a moment well after the show that it hit me as a Tarentino film. Lindsay and I sitting at her home bar overlooking 4th avenue sipping a fine red vino counting cash from 2 boxes discussing the ups/downs/frustrations/triumphs of the night. The "next time we're gonna......" moments only interrupted by a sip or a re-count.
That was my favorite.
Creating. Creating that moment to live........
Both.
Let me explain. No, no, let me sum up.....
The good?
It was a success in everyone who attended was happy. They learned new things about 3 varietals, they watched as the servers changed from one hot dress to the next, they laughed, they looked at the art of 8 local artists and gave positive feedback to all the elements. The magician's only minor challenge was the presence of children holding his humourus tounge. Two of the artists sold a piece and were delighted and the chef and the massage people got contacts for new clients. The music pumping from the DJ set the tone of being the-without-a-doubt-place-to-be. Overall, the night was fun, new, diffferent, and definatly an experience that needs to happen more for San Diego.
The bad?
The huge challenge was narrowed down to 3 main elements.
1. The gaslamp on a Saturday night leaves nothing to be desired in the arena of parking. Many circled for nearly an hour trying to find a spot to leave their cars. Some (even me and the photographer) chose the valet and parted with $20- for thier service.
2. Location, location, location. Harbor Drive runs along the convention center and jets up along the gaslamp. Apparently, the numbers do some crazy meandoring around the venue we held delicious at. So, many got lost and either chose to not battle the parking or arrived fairly late.
3. The owner of the San Diego Wine and Culinary Center is anything but helpful. The 1st two issues were accnoliged by him only after the evening--thanks buddy! He battled us from set up to close down on simple things and was complained about by our guests on account of his demeanor (not nice).
We'd hoped to break even financially and wound up in the hole by a significant amount. That fact sucks, but isn't the end of the world, nor will it keep me from pushing on and having more, more, more events. Lindsay and I worked super well together and I for one had a fabulous time from conception to the bottle of wine we shared well after it was all said and done.
My favorite part of the whole thing?
May sound odd, but I can't get the scene we created out of my head. There was a moment well after the show that it hit me as a Tarentino film. Lindsay and I sitting at her home bar overlooking 4th avenue sipping a fine red vino counting cash from 2 boxes discussing the ups/downs/frustrations/triumphs of the night. The "next time we're gonna......" moments only interrupted by a sip or a re-count.
That was my favorite.
Creating. Creating that moment to live........
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