the night started out and i was booked for 4 shows, all reasonably close together, all at manageable and well thought out times. my first two shows went off without a hassle, i had two great groups of guys, and all was good.
after driving around for ages looking for a carpark, we arrived at my third show in the CBD at 9.30 on the dot. we went into the hotel, and it was like a fucking nightclub in there. we spent 15 mins trying to find the guy, and when we find him, he says, "umm... i called the office this afternoon and changed the show to 11.45pm" apparently, nobody bothered to let me know.
so i call the agency and i'm told, "oh, i only just got into the office, has nobody told you that all your shows have changed?? you're supposed to be at eden hills" WTF. i didn't even know i had a show at eden hills, which is about 20 mins away from the CBD. by now it's 10pm, and i'm like "but i have to be at marion at 10.30", to which they reply, "no, you're booked for 10pm at marion". HELLO, I HAVE A PRINTED OUT EMAIL IN MY HAND WHICH SAYS MARION - 10.30PM. and then i'm told, "oh, and has anyone told you about your other show at onkaparinga at 10.45?"
at this point i have absolutely no idea where the hell i am supposed to be, so we just head for marion since we didn't even have an address for eden hills or onkaparinga. we get to marion at about 10.20. i'd been told to pick up $190, the guy there tells me it's only $120. so i go back out to the car to get my phone, call the office again, and once again, nobody remembered to tell me that they'd payed a deposit so i only had to collect $120.
after the show there was a text on my phone telling me to go to onkaparinga first (10.45), then eden hills (11.15), then back to the CBD to the hotel i'd been at earlier by mistake (11.45). considering it's at least 20 mins travel between each place, and i have to perform a 20 min show, not including 10 mins getting changed/setting up time, that was an impossible schedule to begin with.
so we head to onkaparinga. i've been given an address, "29 ****** road". turns out there's two roads by this name in onkaparinga, one that runs from #1-30 and the other that goes from #31+, and they're quite far apart. so we head to number 29 and end up in fucking farmland. after driving up and down a dirt track, i call the guy, and he's like "go round the roundabout and it's across the road from the tennis courts" and i'm like "wtf. dude there are no fucking tennis courts here... only sheep". i finally realise we're on the wrong road when he says, "you're looking for 38 ****** road" 38!!!! i was told 29!!!
it was after 11.40 by the time i got to onkaparinga, and 12.30 by the time i got to eden hills. didn't get back to the hotel in the CBD til 1.30am and by then the guys had gone so i missed out on a show.
then i got called out to a 21st birthday show way out on the other side of the city, so we drove halfway there, then got a text saying it had been cancelled because there were girls there causing major dramas about having a stripper.
my cd, which has worked perfectly in the past, kept screwing up too, and i hate when that happens cos it looks so unprofessional.![]()
oh, and we nearly ran over a koala that was running across the road. wtf???????
it was an absolute fucking DISASTER of a night. everything that could go wrong, went wrong. i was half expecting us to get a flat tyre, or for me to get my period mid-show, or for my heels to snap in half. in the end i only did 5 shows, and missed out on quite a few others because we were running so late... usually i don't have that much stress in a night unless i've done 8 or 9 shows.
so... how was everyone elses weekend??


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