So I was walking down Courtenay place in Wellington the other day and I was aware of the little gang of guys watching me walk down the street, just one thing, before I hear you ask, no I wasn't in Drag. Without even saying a word or looking at the guys, I could sense I was in for a treat. A big wet slimy spitter of a treat. As soon as I hear it, I instantly start walking faster but unfortunately, I was hit with a spit. EW! just off the ankle it fell and big... Was it ever!Before I could turn around, they were gone. I was disgusted and appalled. Why do such a thing? I've slowly moved on.
Before I go into much detail about last Friday's sabotage, I much say, I was pleased with how many people faced a chilly Friday night to come and see our first big show of the year.
"Girls of the Playboy Mansion" was our first block-buster show consisting of myself and a few local Divas and all in all, I was impressed.
Our Choreography went well, considering we had a "Effie-esk" situation with a Diva who didn't want to perform and our costumes were flawless, considering the fact we had spent $100 on other fabric that didn't sew. They were very minor sabotages, however, they did not compare to the night that was - Friday Night.We were bombarded with a fire drill, club owners who knew diddly squat about their own lighting (thank god one of us has studied lighting!) and people not paying for tickets. I had about just enough of this unspoken sabotage, so I rolled up my 3 pairs of 50 Denier stockings and took charge.
After what seemed like a whole hour, we had the show running in an orderly fashion, free of sabotage and drama. The show went on, and it was FLAWLESS!
We hear and see Sabotage, but rarely face it, so this week I encourage you all... FACE YOUR SABOTAGE!
