Checking In

[thehefner]

Back safe. Exhausted from hardy partying and four hours of sleep. Full Boulder thoughts tomorrow. It'll be a long post, touching on the following topics:

--Overall impressions of Boulder and the Fringe Festival
--How my shows went
--People I met and how they influenced me, for good or ill
--Crushing depression and creeping disillusionment
--The horrible recurring question, when it comes to the Hefner name: To Exploit or Not to Exploit?
--The dread beast known as marketing (or: finding the guts to not be utterly terrified of handing out fliers)
--Facing the fact that some people really don't fucking like nor get solo performances.
--Finding dignity and grace in the best way that I--and only I--can.
--One of the most purely Hefnerian moments I dare say I've ever experienced. I'm still reeling (in that, "remember to see the humor in the situation" kind of way).

So, yeah, lots of thoughts to get out. If you're interested, huzzah, I look forward to your thoughts. And if not, well, I'll just leave you with this observation from my connecting flight in San Antonio, Texas. I'm not three steps off the plane, and what oh what do I see?

A goth cowgirl.

I fucking love it.

Much-deserved sleep now.

Comments

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Ahhh. I should have known they existed, but seeing one in its natural habitat was thrilling. I need to incorporate one in a story somewhere.

[heleneotroy.livejournal.com]

At first, I had typed up a rather long reply, detailing the misadventures I had with said Goth Cowgirl roommate.
But then I realized that it's a story much better told in person, so I will save it for the next time I see you.
And speaking of seeing you, are you going to bring Bill to Faire again this year? Please please pretty please!!! *bats eyelashes*