Friday, June 10, 2005

And our next model Laura will show us that the color brown is in regardless of the season!

Yesterday, Menny and I worked an event for the GIA (Girls Intelligence Agency) which is a group based out of California. Apparently at the last minute, they realized that they didn’t have some to essentially run the event and got in touch with the Marketing group we work with that’s based out of Chicago. Our office was contacted and Mary, my boss asked if I’d want to help out for the afternoon. Originally we thought it was only going to be for 3 or 4 hours tops, and it turned into an all afternoon early evening thing. However, the pay for the afternoon was $500. So I enlisted the help of Jennifer to fund her new puppy purchase, and yes my dear readers, to fund my ipod and we accepted the offer.

Welcome to pre-teen hell. To make it that much worse, these girls had a. been standing outside in the heat for a good hour, and b. their mom’s were with them. What’s worse than pre-teen moms you ask? Pre-teen CHEERLEADING moms I reply. Oh my dear Jesus. But hey the good news is that we just had to check all the names of everyone trying to see the movie off of a list. A list that was alphabetized by one of the random members of the group’s FIRST name. Hello, could we pause here for a quick excel lesson? How difficult is it to do last name first or if you’re so opposed to that, use two separate cells so that we can at least sort by the last name. My favorite names were ones like “Ben Davis Girls” with the number 21 beside it. Great, that’s great, we’ll just make up those names or just let you in if we think maybe at some point in your life you’ve thought about Ben Davis. Enter our dear friend Dawn. Dawn apparently runs a cheerleading camp/school. She’d brought all 5 billion of her girls and was promised they’d all get in. Oh did I forget to mention that the invitation list with names was well over 300 and there were only 200 spots to fill? If I did then let me tell you, we had over 300 names on this list and only the first 200 got in. I asked if these girls were aware that it was on a “as space allows” sort of invitation and was informed that no, they weren’t, but it’s never been a problem before. Well dandy. Before it was over, we had threats for Dawn to be thrown out of the theatre by their management, and she was threatening to pull her girls from the fashion show. Did I mention her girls are the entire fashion show? Well her girls are the entire fashion show. They were the only models. So, 3 of us took names and tried marking them off on the alphabetized by the first name list, as well as the list that Dawn was so nice to provide us with as she leans over my shoulder pointing out her handwritten chicken scratches that are supposed to resemble names like Lindsay or +1. Oh, you look like a +1, come on in! The good news is that we got all the girls in, and they enjoyed the movie.

Then came the fashion show that somehow I not only introduced but had to MC the entirety of. With little to no notes I might add. They were about as thorough as Sarah’s sporting looks from the Going Out department. I tried to fill, but really, I’m not a fashion talker. I wear what I like, and if it happens to be fashionable to other people so be it, if not, I like it and that’s what’s important. There was a bit of silence, well filled by Kelly Clarkson playing in the background. I was a little concerned that I was going to have to start pulling out lines like “To all of you moms out there, I’m sure this fabric is going to wash up really nicely.” Dear Jesus, I’m turning into Bettie. I will add that my dear Menny, just stood in the back and laughed her fool head off the entire time and I couldn’t make eye contact with her. Anyway, long story short, the day was Hell, but for some reason great fun b/c J and I did it together. And we’re now funded for the purchase of a new puppy and an ipod. Life is good.

I know I’m a month out on updating. I’ll try to get back to a normal routine. Sometimes you just don’t feel like sharing your thoughts with the world. Or the 2 people who read this site. Not that you guys don’t know them anyway. But, for the record I’m happy. Really happy. I guess that’s what matters.

3 Comments:

Blogger ty said...

i read it!

and what a hilarious story! i can just picture you up there, making crap up as you go, trying your best not to bust out laughing - would've been great.

love ya!

9:34 PM  
Blogger rose said...

How can I get a job like that?

1:40 PM  
Blogger Nicole Hanna said...

Girl, what an afternoon you 2 had! It was well worth it though. Now you can get that ipod you've been ranting about for months:-) "Hey God, I would like an ipod!" said Liz. "Ok Liz! Emcee this fashion show and deal with a bunch of teenage girls and their mothers for one afternoon, and it's yours!"- God

10:21 PM  

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