This weekend had totally been about recharging my batteries. I’ve been so burned out lately, and sometimes it’s just nice to cut loose.
Remember Dyllan? She up and moved to Hawaii almost a year ago because… well, because she’s cooler than everyone else in the world and can just do stuff like that. Anyway, she came back to visit for a while and so on Friday she called me up and ask me to take her to see some other friends of ours play a concert at my alma mater, Carnegie Mellon. Had a great time, got to hear some good music and see some people I don’t see very often. At the after party, Dyllan asked me if I’d like to go with her to a goth show on Sunday night.
Then we had last night, with the awesome party at the house with the roller coaster. That was the beginning of Halloween for me, and Halloween just always makes me feel better about myself.
Ok, so there was a brief hiccup today, watching the Steelers lose, but after that Dyllan and I went out to eat and then over to the bar for the show.
First of all, the band was awesome. The Gothsicles. I’d heard of them before and had heard a couple of their songs. But what I didn’t know before tonight was that they do an awesome cover of the theme song to Duck Tales which was so incredibly awesome that any other night it would probably make my entire week.
But not tonight.
So I get recognized from wrestling every once in a while. In fact, it happened the other day when Steph and I were Halloween shopping. Usually I try to be polite and smile and nod and really, just kind of move along with my life as quickly as possible. That said, hey, it’s always nice to know someone likes your work.
But tonight, at the club, Dyllan introduced me to a friend of hers and once we started talking about photography, he was like "oh wow, you’re Chris Maverick! I know your work!" He’d seen me in Amaya‘s portfolio. Well, that makes sense. That was kinda cool. And it made me feel awesome that someone knew me through her. Or at least knew enough that he’d look past her tits and knew my name. Yay, I rule.
So after then band was over, there was a costume contest hosted by a Stormtrooper and a sexy nun. We didn’t actually dress up (just wore our regular clothes, see picture), but we watched the contest just the same. After the contest was over sexy nun disappeared, but she came back to the stage like 6 min. later. No longer wearing a nun outfit, instead she now had on a tiny catholic school girl skirt, fishnets, a vinyl corset and six-inch fuck-me heels. She might as well have screamed at the top of her lungs "hey Mav! Over here! Pay attention to me" So anyway, that’s when the cool part happened. She took out two big giant fans and started waving them around. THEN SHE SET THEM ON FIRE!
That’s right, hot, catholic school girl in fishnets, vinyl corset and fuck-me pumps twirling fire. I was pretty sure I was dreaming.
So anyway, I told Dyllan that "I have to give that girl a card to see if she wants to model.
I went up and said hi and congratulated her on an awesome show (her fire twirling was really good). She thanked me in that same "I appreciate it, but please leave me alone, except I’m a performer so I have o pretend to be nice to you" swagger that I use with pro-wrestling fans. And I didn’t blame her really. She’s cute and she’s dressed like that, and just finished performing. I’m sure she’d already been hit on 10,000 times tonight and I’m sure there were more to come. So I asked her if she ever modeled (she has) and so I gave her my card and said a polite "blah blah, let me know if you’d ever like to work together" and turned to walk away, figuring I’d never hear from her again. But, as I was going she read my card and then kind of squealed "oh my god, you’re Chris Maverick, I love your stuff."
So it was a good night to top off a good weekend. Blah, of course tomorrow its back to work and real life.