snideblonde's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Polemic against award ceremonies Last night was the Advertising Industry awards and I attended for the first time. It was a bit of a clusterfuck. Seven hundred people crammed into a room for a dried out, inedible dinner and a long, boring presentation. Tarts with their boobs hanging out, bare legs in spite of the snow outside and the cold wind. Wasted, idiotic girls drunk on booze & high on God knows what. The one true merit of being a smoker is that when things get to be too much or too socially awkward, you can always duck outside for a dart and a little space. I was doing just that, when a woman stumbled outside in what looked like a bridesmaid dress and threw up in the garbage can. One of my coworkers asked her if she was okay, and she waved him off and screeched she was fine. At which point she attempted to sit down on a bench, her face an odd combination of purple and green, and collapsed onto the ground, smashing her face into the concrete. She threw up again and dislodged a square inch chunk of beef, which she picked up out the puddle of puke and attempted to eat again. That's when I squarely turned on my heels and got the hell out of there. She was surrounded by care givers and I deemed my presence unnecessary. Flash forward a few hours later, where I'm outside in the spot smoking again, and so was she. She drunkenly & aggressively engaged me in conversation only to shit talk the Agency that I work for. That's when I realized that I'd met her before years ago, at a friend's work function where she got too wasted and shit talked me about being an actor. For some reason I cannot get her purple green face out of my head. Which is why I won't be attending the event next year. 7:17 p.m. - 2008-04-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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