Shore Leave

So exhausted I'm barely upright. The bottom line: 31 entries (down from last year, but a thoroughly respectable number), database passed with flying colors, tight show that ran ontime, extraordinarily successful halftime act (last year, people were hunting me out to yell at me for the comic's jokes. This year, we had celebrities joining them onstage and guests coming backstage to rave with delight), and a generally happy post-mortem.

Are there things I need to fix/add/do better next year? Yeah.

Did we kick ass this year? YEAH!

The long story below the cuts:

( Listen to your paranoia. It has a point. )

( Welcome to my nightmare )

( Allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster... Strangely enough, it all turns out well. )

Sunday was quiet except for the fact that I'd forgotten to check the schedule and didn't realize that the masq. post-mortem wasn't ON it. Fortunately, there was a room already assigned, it just wasn't printed. I commandeered it early and listened to the Chromie concert while I printed out the workmanship forms.

All's well that ends well, and I'm already starting work for next year. I'm going to do cleanup and prep for the rest of the month, and next year we'll hopefully be even bigger and better.

Stupid Bollywood question

I've got a question so dumb that I'm embarassed to put it on Bollywhat. I just bought a copy of the CD "King Kahn" and it's got a picture of Shahrukh Khan with Hrithik Roshan and a couple of women I don't recognize. Any ideas what movie that's from? (Because, quite frankly, unless it's a total downer of a plot, anything with the two of them is going to be just too scenic to miss. Hand me the mayo and call me a sandwich.)

On the other hand, I notice that the pages of the little booklet that comes with the CD has sticky pages. Sexgod of Bollywood + sticky pages = equal parts *giggle* and *ew!*

Reviewing the Evidence

Now up on Reviewing the Evidence - my review for This Dame for Hire. Link @ right, my LJ.

OMFG

Most of the day was fine - but it started poorly and ended insanely.

This morning, as I look forward to easing back to my routine, I go out and... no newspaper. Neighbors have theirs, but I don't. I call the newspaper office, and they tell me to call back at 6:30 (when I leave for work.) I call, I leave.

I come home to a newspaper on the front lawn. A SUNDAY newspaper. So it's another call to the paper, with lots of sarcasm. "It's too late today, we can get you one tomorrow." "Will I also get tomorrow's paper tomorrow? I want to."

But that wasn't The Big Fuckup. The Uberfuck, if you will, a SNAFU of such monumental proportions that it shall live in infamy.

Now - I never got lunch. I am looking for dinner late, since I fell asleep on the couch. I want dinner to come to me. I call Shanghai Cafe to deliver Chinese. All is fine.

Until 45 minutes pass. I'm ready to knaw off a leg. I call them again - to be told that they had come (!), delivered (!!) and I had paid with a credit card (!!!).

"NO YOU DIDN'T! You NEVER came! I have no food and I'm hungry! I WANT MY FOOD NOW!"

"Is this your address?" "Yes." "But our driver said he was there!" "NO!" "You paid with a credit card." "NO!" "He said he was there a while ago." "NO! HE NEVER ARRIVED!" "You pay with credit card." "NO! What was the name on the credit card? My name is XXX and I never paid you anything! I WANT MY FOOD WHICH I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!"

"I don't have the name for the credit card."

"My name is XXX, and he never arrived here."

"He say he deliver to older lady."

"NO! I'M NOT AN OLD LADY, I'M STARVING, AND YOUR DRIVER WAS NEVER NEAR MY HOUSE!"

"We so sorry, we send more food. You stand outside."

"NO! It's 90 degrees out here, I'm not standing in this heat because you people screwed up! Bring me my dinner NOW!"

"20 minutes okay?"

"NO! IT IS NOT OKAY!!!!"

I finally told them to fuck themselves and drove to the Silver Diner, which had a hot dinner and sympathy in my hands in 15 minutes. I wanted to eat at 5, woke up at 6:30, got shafted by Shanghai Cafe, and finally got to eat at 8:30. Which is when I'd hoped to be going to bed.

The moral of this story? Don't give Shanghai Cafe one plugged penny of your money, folks. And I'll let you know if (and which) paper I get tomorrow...