Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Fierce Street Fare
So Sunset Junction is Donesville. It was, above all else, prime people-watching. I don't know where some of these folks hole up the rest of the year. I can only guess that they walk around disguised as Normals, and then cut loose during the Junction. At its worst, it was a melting pot of the trendiest dipshits in LA. Not as many piercings as I expected, but the tattoos -- especially on Sunday which was unofficially dubbed Gay Day, marked by the surplus of shirtless, brawny, inked up gay men and drag queens -- were not to be looked at wrong, thought poorly of, or spoken to (unless spoken to first). Fierce.
But a lot of cool, fun people came out too, homies and strangers alike, which kept me entertained through all the sitting and drinking and more sitting. And I got paid, so I've nothing to complain about, especially considering the education. Some things I (re)learned:
-Dude on dude porn has video release in-store signings by its actors at sex shops, just like any other "respectable" film. BTW, I hear "Pokin' in the Boy's Room" holds up just as well on DVD.
-People attend these signings
-I suck at selling things. Granted, convincing people that $16 duct tape wallets were worth it got easier and easier with every try/cocktail, but I just don't think I have the energy for a career of it... which is unfortunate considering I'm in an industry where I have to sell myself... especially when my go-to technique is to sarcastically make fun of the thing I'm trying to sell.
-Most people, despite how hipstered out or insane they might appear, are actually pretty nice when you say "hi" to them.
-Celebrities do not like the Junction. Except for Fred Durst.
-Dousch bags do like the Junction (see above).
-Roasted corn on the cob dipped in butter is AWESOME!!!
-Bush/Cheney booths don't attract much of a crowd among people whose beliefs range from Left to Anarchist.
Then yesterday I took the day off to remember what it was like to not be drunk, surrounded, and exhausted.
So Sunset Junction is Donesville. It was, above all else, prime people-watching. I don't know where some of these folks hole up the rest of the year. I can only guess that they walk around disguised as Normals, and then cut loose during the Junction. At its worst, it was a melting pot of the trendiest dipshits in LA. Not as many piercings as I expected, but the tattoos -- especially on Sunday which was unofficially dubbed Gay Day, marked by the surplus of shirtless, brawny, inked up gay men and drag queens -- were not to be looked at wrong, thought poorly of, or spoken to (unless spoken to first). Fierce.
But a lot of cool, fun people came out too, homies and strangers alike, which kept me entertained through all the sitting and drinking and more sitting. And I got paid, so I've nothing to complain about, especially considering the education. Some things I (re)learned:
-Dude on dude porn has video release in-store signings by its actors at sex shops, just like any other "respectable" film. BTW, I hear "Pokin' in the Boy's Room" holds up just as well on DVD.
-People attend these signings
-I suck at selling things. Granted, convincing people that $16 duct tape wallets were worth it got easier and easier with every try/cocktail, but I just don't think I have the energy for a career of it... which is unfortunate considering I'm in an industry where I have to sell myself... especially when my go-to technique is to sarcastically make fun of the thing I'm trying to sell.
-Most people, despite how hipstered out or insane they might appear, are actually pretty nice when you say "hi" to them.
-Celebrities do not like the Junction. Except for Fred Durst.
-Dousch bags do like the Junction (see above).
-Roasted corn on the cob dipped in butter is AWESOME!!!
-Bush/Cheney booths don't attract much of a crowd among people whose beliefs range from Left to Anarchist.
Then yesterday I took the day off to remember what it was like to not be drunk, surrounded, and exhausted.
