I just got home. Worked the Chamberlain from 6 this morning until 1:30 in the afternoon. Then, drove to Chinatown to work from 2 until 1:30 this morning. Long day. And that’s saying not much. Oh, yes…and I’ll be back on the clock at 5:45 tomorrow morning, paranoid and helpless…spinning and depressed when that bitch of an alarm clock rips me from a dreaming slumber. One of forever love and a burn in the gut. Of a world that speaks poetic and spins fantastic…not yet.
Fuck tomorrow, sleep when you die. TODAY, I pulled enough coin to cover 20 nights in a European hostel.
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So this party was…how shall I stamp it? Dinner theater.
Or…performance art.
Maybe, porn. Maybe.
We went through 6 standing courses, each with a wine or cocktail pairing. And in between, the “talent” would perform for the audience as a compliment to the course. The night was tabbed, “a sensual evening of surprise.” And it didn’t take long for the guests to get it.
I know what you’re thinking. Creepy party, strange crowd, middle of nowhere Los Angeles. Why can’t your city just fall off the flat side of the world?
Of all the parties I’ve worked at the Marvimon House, this was the best crowd. Hell, Vinnie Chase’s cameo lasted the duration…and he only barely stood out.
With the Scallops and Sage Margaritas, the “talent” (2 top shelf LA model/actresses, 2 mid shelf, 2 feisty lesbian porn stars) dueled in oversized boots and swung from ceiling harnesses to electricified guitar.
With the Squab and Whisky Sours, the “talent” were 40% skin as they dangled and tussled from hanging outdoor vines to a glorified harmonica.
With the Steak and Syrah, the…they fed each other and engaged in what could only be described as, well…I quickly found out that “sensual surprise” meant orgy…at the front of the room…as the crowd sipped their red, tried not to choke on steak sandwiches and collectively duped conscience into believing they were watching art.
The brilliant thing about performance art, I’ve recently found, is that no two pairs of talented couplets express themselves in the same manner. Of course, certain pairings were more representational than others, meaning…not everyone took liberty in the provided glass stage ornaments.
But two of them...they certainly did.
