Saturday was a day of anxiety for me. I had committed to a series of events months ago, which after getting deeper involved in their production, I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the women who were trying to put it on. There were multiple levels of unprofessionalism which weaved together to create an environment of which I eventually had to back pedal out of. I finished the few things I had been committed to, however I stopped taking on new tasks and became an attendee, rather than an organizer. However, with the event days away, some things needed to be finalized in regards to my last tasks, such as the sound for the DJ. The DJ, by the way, was to be Type Geek, in a favor I was very thankful for. Well, the women behind the event forgot to order sound and rather than make a quick phone call to order said sound, they had a panic attack, told me they just couldn’t deal with it and that they were at at the meet and greet and were too busy, but that they were swamped. Hmm, that is usually what PRODUCING an event translates to… much stress. I’ve done it, and there are ways to succeed and fail in it. Opting to socialize rather than deal with the 5 minutes needed to make a phone call and order sound to ensure your event a success, is probably the right way to fail. Now, with that said, in addition to the large evening event that Type Geek was assisting with, I was participating in an afternoon festival to celebrate the cause. Except, the women wouldn’t answer my questions about how the morning was going to run. In one moment I was told I was not allowed to drive into the park, the next, I was told I could, but then it was never answered to me WHERE I was to drive in and whether there was a location/set up map. As of 1:00 am the night before, I still didn’t know. I started to have anxiety. Should I even attend. I had decided that I wasn’t attending the evening’s event because the women had chosen to exclude my auction items, my award to the guest of honor, and my DJ, all in a thickly passive aggressive manner. Add on that I still hadn’t found anyone to help me at the start and end of the festival by watching my booth while I picked up the truck or parked it.
Cooper Fiennes works close by the park and offered to help me, even though he had drunk more than his fair share the night before with his friends. I assured him that IF it was a bother, don’t do it. His response was,” If I don’t help you, who is going to? You need help”. That was true. We met at the location at 9:40 am. The event was to begin at 11. I unloaded and went to return the truck, however, I ended up stuck behind a tour bus that was too large for its turn and wasn’t able to return to the site until 10:25. I surveyed the damage before me, only the tent was up. We had the shelves assembled in about ten minutes and even though I was later than I had hoped, the entire tent was set up by 11:20.
At this point I expected C.F. to go home and nap or go to work and get some writing done for a talk he has the following Tuesday, instead, he stays. With the combination of the abrupt gusts that knocked down a shelf and tossed product through the air, the oppressive heat, and the realization that the women had placed my booth far away from others, ensuring my foot traffic was sporadic , at best, the day could have easily turned emotionally ugly for me fast. Instead, C.F. saw my frustration and anxiety with the entire situation and made the decision to provide comic relief and friendly support the entire day. I kept telling him to leave and he kept changing the subject. I apparently did NOT know what I needed and he did, so he stayed. When the wind would almost upend my tent, he would grab the airborne end and anchor it to the ground, all while giving a come hither look and dancing against the pole with a smirk across his face and a wink. His jokes of parasailing were welcome distractions from the reality that my financial take for the day, would equal my rental car costs. I could have stayed home, since I made zero money, however, I had fun with him and we were clothed even.
After the event was over I took the 20 minutes to drop my things at my house and then met back up with him for a late lunch of sushi and iced coffee. He had been adorably bratty and playful all day. Sitting at Starbucks, he looked at me and said, very matter of factly, “So, now, we go to my house and shower and have sex”. The only thing better than having him ask, was my telling him I couldn’t. I have a date with Type Geek. Since he and I aren’t attending/working the evening party, he asked me if I would attend a birthday party for some old friends. I assumed, wrongly so, that Cooper Fiennes had plans with his friends. It is nice though, for him to realize that I am NOT always available, NOT always able to have sex with him at the drop of a hat. He thought I was kidding. I kissed him and had him walk me to the train. We were on opposite platforms, heading opposite directions. I discreetly tucked my camera phone down my shirt for a breast and bra shot which I then texted to him. He smiled from across the platform and boarded his train.
Now it’s time to go home and get ready for my date. These two men in my life right now, well, they rock.