Die Fashion Week, Die

I don't really know what to say, except, I HATE FASHION WEEK. These people live in a bubble, and it's sad. At one point I heard a fashion designer say "there is nothing more important happening in NYC today" referring to the show, then someone said "you know it's 9/11 right?" and his reply was something along the lines of how he doesn't like distractions like that.

The show was in a bank lobby, so we got to set it all up Monday night, do a tech rehearsal, then stash everything so the bank could open in the morning. Shitty, very shitty. Monday went OK, got done somewhere between 2 and 3 and shared a cab with a couple other people that live in Astoria. Then Tuesday happened....

"Lisa there's no power. I can't figure out why, but nothing has power." That's when I found this.

Can you see what's wrong? Yes, those are my tails, NOT CONNECTED TO ANYTHING. I thought it was bad the night before when the building electrician decided to start flipping breakers on while I was hooking up distros, then he decided to just undo the tie in. Brilliant. The rest of the evening was filled with so much ridiculousness that I don't even want to consider writing about it. The models kept stepping on the LED fixtures. We changed the color of the uplights about 37 times. The clothes were pretty hideous but of course the designer was treated like a god. It did definitely make me appreciate that I am not one of those people. I can think for myself and my life is not run by if I will be more stylish than the person next to me, which in the case of this event could have been the woman who's dress BARELY covered her chest.

The out took forever, and to make it even worse we were kicked out of a bar afterwards. Yep, the bartender shut off the lights, held the door open, and told us it was time to go. Bastard.

Tomorrow it's back to the fun....