Photos for you to enjoy. These are from the two super bowl parties I worked this past weekend. The Kim Kardashian Leather & Laces party and the Jim Carey Saturday Night Spectacular party. I've only posted photos of me, as I don't have permission from anyone else to post their photos here: so I wouldn't do that.
Kim Kardashian/Holly Madison/ Roselyn Sanchez Friday Party
First batch of photos: by Mike Brochu. (Who is AWESOME)
Now for the story. So, we drove down to Miami (5 hour drive). I left my house at 7am. The drive wasn't that bad until we got to Miami and hit traffic. Did you know that it takes an hour to go 6 miles anywhere in Miami. Really. Suck. Anyway, off track... we were staying at a friends house just south of downtown so we headed straight there. We unloaded some stuff and then realized we had a couple of hours to kill before we had to drive down to South beach to the party. I was all for taking a nap, since the drive exhausted me. I hate driving in the sun. (There I go... off track again). We decided to run out and buy some pantyhose and then take a nap.
It took us two and a half hours to go 6 miles to the store to get the hose and get back to our friends house. We were already running late. We grabbed our stuff and rushed out. More traffic. We got to the venue at 6pm and had to double park out back to unload our bags. We rushed them in and then had the damnedest time trying to find someone who know where we were supposed to be. I mean, we talked to everyone, but no one seemed to know what the hell was going on. So, I decided, since I was double parked to leave Vita there with the bags to look for the dressing room and I'd go and park the car.
Easier said than done. There was NOWHERE to park. I drove around until 7pm (yes, a whole hour) looking for somewhere to park. Eventually, I found a parking garage approximately 20 city blocks away. Now, I don't know how far that is exactly, but let me just tell you that it felt like a million miles. And why? might you ask? Well, because I had to walk the entire way back to the venue. That's right, walk. In the heat of Miami. 20 blocks in my boots. Well, that is sort of a lie, isn't it, because what I really had to do was RUN 20 city blocks back to the venue in boots because I was late and it was getting later all the time.
When I got there, I was exhausted, covered in sweat, and red-faced. Turns out our dressing room was right up the stairs. So, I ran up there and went to the bathroom and washed myself down as best I could before getting ready.
Now, here is where it gets really fun. Oh what? You thought it couldn't get better than this? Oh, boy, where you WRONG. I text our contact there about where we should meet her to walk the red carpet (which we were promised we would be doing since we were only being paid 200 dollars a show). She didn't answer. I spent the next hour in the dressing room getting ready. I sit around for another hour (mind you I was running LATE) in the dressing room doing nothing all dressed up.
Finally, I get a text from here. "Get down here to the lounge." Really? What happened to the red carpet walk? Guess I somehow got screwed out of that. So, we go down there and we are supposed to have someplace to dance (a hanging cage of sorts) but guess what doesn't exist. If you said 'hanging cage' give yourself a pat on the back. So, we are stuffed in this tiny little area and she says "Well, start dancing."
First of all, we don't just 'dance'. We are performers. We do one or two shows a night which is the equivalent of 2/3 songs for about 100 dollars. There were people packed in everywhere. There was no where for us to dance but she kept insisting. Then, she says dance on those. *Those* being 1 foot by 1 foot, little square foot stools that were soft and unstable. Great. Ever try to dance with your ankles stuck together so you didn't fall? Well, that's what we did, for 45 minutes. Which, is WAY more than 2/3 songs in one night. So, our performance turned into go-go dancing.
We snuck off to change our clothes. No sooner where we in the dressing room than I get a text from her. "Get back down here and dance." Are you kidding me. We changed our clothes and rushed back down stairs. About an hour later I was sweating and uncomfortable and my legs ached and we decided to take a break and go chance. As soon as I stepped down she grabbed my arm and told me to keep dancing.... what the hell. 20 more minutes and we finally got to sneak out to go and change.
We got a quick sip of water. I got another text..."Get down here and dance." And we were back down there and back at it. Another hour goes by. I'm exhausted by this point. I had run 20 blocks, danced pretty much straight for 4 hours or so, and I need a drink. I stepped down from the footstool (which I was dancing on in heels) so I could go and get a drink. As soon as I stepped down she grabbed me again. "I really need you two to keep dancing, everyone loves you." Well, isn't that great. I told her. "Look, I need some water." She handed me a bottle of coke-a-cola and said "Here you go." I do not drink soda. I was dehydrated and over worked and exhausted at this point. Great. I just got back up and kept dancing. I danced ALL night.
I am not a freaking 'dancing girl'. I am a performer and I do performances. I do 2/3 songs maximum in a night, not every song all night, especially not for what we were being paid. I wouldn't have minded had we been paid suitably for the amount of work we did. We were not.
The night went on this way. The party was boring. There were some people there but all they did was walk around and congratulate themselves on having enough money to spend thousands of dollars on tickets to get in. Literally. It was like 'congrats on being rich', oh well 'you too'. Boring. Kim Kardashian, Holly Maddison, and Roslyn Sanchez were there for like a minute. They got on stage said 'thanks for coming' and left. That's it.
The end of the night we finally got to wonder off other dressing room and rest for a second. Literally, a second. Then, we had to pack up and leave, but guess what.... how were we supposed to get back to the car. Well, we walked: dragging our 50 pound suitcases all the way through south beach at 3 in the morning for 20 blocks. No shit. Fucking fantastic.
Jim Carey/ Jenny McCarthy Saturday Party
So, Saturday we got up got up early and went to lunch with my friends from Miami. That was about all we had time to do, for I get this phone call that says "We need to get you here early so we can get the entrainment up stairs before the party guests arrive." Yippie. Guess who didn't get to walk the Red Carpet for a second night. Well, that would be me.
It pretty much went the exact same as the night before, except it was catered and I got to dance and watch everyone eating all this yummy food all night. Grrr. Sadness.
The only saving grace was that the parking garage was next to the venue and the people from Circq USA were super nice and cool (as they were the night before as well). Jim and Jenny only stayed for about an hour at the party and then took off. They were surrounded by body guards so no hello's or pictures or anything. Sigh.
Costumes for the parties all hand made by us $300
Oil Change for car $40
Gas $120
Tolls $40
Food $40
Parking for parties $50
Wigs/Makeup/Jewelry $100
Total: 690
Pay: 400
And some complete exhaustion. And, I didn't ad in any labor for making all the costumes and things that we had to do. This weekend full of suck. I got home and I thought... hey at least I'll have some really rad photos of myself.
Kim Kardashian/Holly Madison/ Roselyn Sanchez Friday Party
First batch of photos: by Mike Brochu. (Who is AWESOME)
Now for the story. So, we drove down to Miami (5 hour drive). I left my house at 7am. The drive wasn't that bad until we got to Miami and hit traffic. Did you know that it takes an hour to go 6 miles anywhere in Miami. Really. Suck. Anyway, off track... we were staying at a friends house just south of downtown so we headed straight there. We unloaded some stuff and then realized we had a couple of hours to kill before we had to drive down to South beach to the party. I was all for taking a nap, since the drive exhausted me. I hate driving in the sun. (There I go... off track again). We decided to run out and buy some pantyhose and then take a nap.
It took us two and a half hours to go 6 miles to the store to get the hose and get back to our friends house. We were already running late. We grabbed our stuff and rushed out. More traffic. We got to the venue at 6pm and had to double park out back to unload our bags. We rushed them in and then had the damnedest time trying to find someone who know where we were supposed to be. I mean, we talked to everyone, but no one seemed to know what the hell was going on. So, I decided, since I was double parked to leave Vita there with the bags to look for the dressing room and I'd go and park the car.
Easier said than done. There was NOWHERE to park. I drove around until 7pm (yes, a whole hour) looking for somewhere to park. Eventually, I found a parking garage approximately 20 city blocks away. Now, I don't know how far that is exactly, but let me just tell you that it felt like a million miles. And why? might you ask? Well, because I had to walk the entire way back to the venue. That's right, walk. In the heat of Miami. 20 blocks in my boots. Well, that is sort of a lie, isn't it, because what I really had to do was RUN 20 city blocks back to the venue in boots because I was late and it was getting later all the time.
When I got there, I was exhausted, covered in sweat, and red-faced. Turns out our dressing room was right up the stairs. So, I ran up there and went to the bathroom and washed myself down as best I could before getting ready.
Now, here is where it gets really fun. Oh what? You thought it couldn't get better than this? Oh, boy, where you WRONG. I text our contact there about where we should meet her to walk the red carpet (which we were promised we would be doing since we were only being paid 200 dollars a show). She didn't answer. I spent the next hour in the dressing room getting ready. I sit around for another hour (mind you I was running LATE) in the dressing room doing nothing all dressed up.
Finally, I get a text from here. "Get down here to the lounge." Really? What happened to the red carpet walk? Guess I somehow got screwed out of that. So, we go down there and we are supposed to have someplace to dance (a hanging cage of sorts) but guess what doesn't exist. If you said 'hanging cage' give yourself a pat on the back. So, we are stuffed in this tiny little area and she says "Well, start dancing."
First of all, we don't just 'dance'. We are performers. We do one or two shows a night which is the equivalent of 2/3 songs for about 100 dollars. There were people packed in everywhere. There was no where for us to dance but she kept insisting. Then, she says dance on those. *Those* being 1 foot by 1 foot, little square foot stools that were soft and unstable. Great. Ever try to dance with your ankles stuck together so you didn't fall? Well, that's what we did, for 45 minutes. Which, is WAY more than 2/3 songs in one night. So, our performance turned into go-go dancing.
We snuck off to change our clothes. No sooner where we in the dressing room than I get a text from her. "Get back down here and dance." Are you kidding me. We changed our clothes and rushed back down stairs. About an hour later I was sweating and uncomfortable and my legs ached and we decided to take a break and go chance. As soon as I stepped down she grabbed my arm and told me to keep dancing.... what the hell. 20 more minutes and we finally got to sneak out to go and change.
We got a quick sip of water. I got another text..."Get down here and dance." And we were back down there and back at it. Another hour goes by. I'm exhausted by this point. I had run 20 blocks, danced pretty much straight for 4 hours or so, and I need a drink. I stepped down from the footstool (which I was dancing on in heels) so I could go and get a drink. As soon as I stepped down she grabbed me again. "I really need you two to keep dancing, everyone loves you." Well, isn't that great. I told her. "Look, I need some water." She handed me a bottle of coke-a-cola and said "Here you go." I do not drink soda. I was dehydrated and over worked and exhausted at this point. Great. I just got back up and kept dancing. I danced ALL night.
I am not a freaking 'dancing girl'. I am a performer and I do performances. I do 2/3 songs maximum in a night, not every song all night, especially not for what we were being paid. I wouldn't have minded had we been paid suitably for the amount of work we did. We were not.
The night went on this way. The party was boring. There were some people there but all they did was walk around and congratulate themselves on having enough money to spend thousands of dollars on tickets to get in. Literally. It was like 'congrats on being rich', oh well 'you too'. Boring. Kim Kardashian, Holly Maddison, and Roslyn Sanchez were there for like a minute. They got on stage said 'thanks for coming' and left. That's it.
The end of the night we finally got to wonder off other dressing room and rest for a second. Literally, a second. Then, we had to pack up and leave, but guess what.... how were we supposed to get back to the car. Well, we walked: dragging our 50 pound suitcases all the way through south beach at 3 in the morning for 20 blocks. No shit. Fucking fantastic.
Jim Carey/ Jenny McCarthy Saturday Party
So, Saturday we got up got up early and went to lunch with my friends from Miami. That was about all we had time to do, for I get this phone call that says "We need to get you here early so we can get the entrainment up stairs before the party guests arrive." Yippie. Guess who didn't get to walk the Red Carpet for a second night. Well, that would be me.
It pretty much went the exact same as the night before, except it was catered and I got to dance and watch everyone eating all this yummy food all night. Grrr. Sadness.
The only saving grace was that the parking garage was next to the venue and the people from Circq USA were super nice and cool (as they were the night before as well). Jim and Jenny only stayed for about an hour at the party and then took off. They were surrounded by body guards so no hello's or pictures or anything. Sigh.
Costumes for the parties all hand made by us $300
Oil Change for car $40
Gas $120
Tolls $40
Food $40
Parking for parties $50
Wigs/Makeup/Jewelry $100
Total: 690
Pay: 400
And some complete exhaustion. And, I didn't ad in any labor for making all the costumes and things that we had to do. This weekend full of suck. I got home and I thought... hey at least I'll have some really rad photos of myself.
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they should at LEAST have had a proper place for you to dance on!