So, you know, Sunday night I got the call saying I had to bring everyone to Stewart's big barbecue thing, apparently because his wife thinks they're cute. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled that she likes them so much, because I think she's a good representation of the female public as a whole, and this means that we're...
they're obviously a big success with the "women under 55" category. It's just annoying that it was on such short notice. I wasn't supposed to have to work much at all on Monday, which I'd been looking forward to forever! I was finally going to catch up in my Buffy RPG! (I haven't posted in
ages.)
Anyway. Things didn't go exactly what you might call "well." I mean, I don't think the guys really wanted to go to the barbecue thing that much in the first place (No offense; this wasn't your fault! It was very tasty meat!) and the crap that happened there wasn't exactly the relaxing holiday type of stuff most people like to do on holidays that are supposed to be relaxing. You know, what with the Isaac Hudson Wants Sasha situation, and Stewart's kid almost DROWNING, which was horrible, even though I actually didn't see this happening myself, because I was inside advising Mrs. Jameson on which would be the most trustworthy model of car to get for her 5-person family. (I'm sorry!) But we should just be thankful that our Bent boys were there to save the little guy, right? Man, remember that time Buffy drowned? It was a lot like that, I think! She actually died for like, two minutes, but then she was given CPR and she came back.
So the whole thing was sort of... you know. Crazy, for lack of a better adjective here. And then Oliver started getting sick on the way back to the house too, and I don't really know what's happening with that, though I'm sure they'd contact me if it was anything bad. Right? God, they hate me!
posted by Vince Fox at 6:06:19 PM
15 minutes until the beginning of the end, and I want to DIE.
posted by Vince Fox at 7:46:46 PM
So I just want to start this off by saying I'm really sorry about what happened with the sink, and the doorknob, though I doubt the doorknob took much money or labor to fix, especially in comparison with the sink, right? Good thing we have insurance.
God. Well, see, I had to go explain to them about how fans can be dangerous and how we'll try not to let anything happen again and all that, because of Mr. Dalry's ridiculous antics on Oliver's birthday, and dammit, you should find a way to demote him to Fan Club TREASURER! No one like treasurers. Anyway, I'm not sure how we're handling all this, especially the workplace issue, but I pretended to know, and I think I sounded pretty convincing.
Well, the problem with this meeting (aside from Mark
taunting me and forcing me to break my damn New Year's resolution!!!) was that after what happened that ONE time, I obviously was NOT leaving Ruty alone again, so I had to bring him with me, which led to certain problems, mainly involving throwing spoons, and breaking sinks. I'd like to point out, though, that Dennis isn't exactly a gentle person with good morals... or a brain, and I really don't think my son had anything to do with the sink breaking! He's not THAT bad. Nor does he carry a HAMMER in his POCKET.
As far as I know.
So we didn't get too much accomplished. We still need a good solution to the fan club problem, and I am NOT taking Ruty back to the set for a long time.
Also, I hate that bitch of a doorknob.
posted by Vince Fox at 12:55:53 PM
