meredith adelaide: 8/4 Dirty Fashion Show 3.0

It's 9:49 P.M. and I'm sitting at a pizza shop and bar that is tucked away someplace near Couch (pronounced "koo-tch") and 5th; that's actually the intersection for the club Dirty, but I'm too busy cautiously looking around at tweakers and guys who are cat-calling me to actually know the streets, let alone the name of this place. This is the 3rd time I've been here, and it seems funny to me that similar, if not the exact same things happen:

I park.
I walk into the club.
We change, wait, and do the first runway show.
I leave, some guy affiliated with us stops me to ask where I'm going, meanwhile chain-smoking in a group of people, to which I respond "going to eat!" as they continue the small talk until I slowly inch away and/or they become distracted with their Very Important Crowd.
I get cat-called (this either happens now or after I eat)
I arrive here at the pizza shop.
All employees and customers stare at me as if I don't belong--granted my hair and make-up are always ridiculous.
I leave.
I get cat-called (see above)
Do second show.

Now, of course even these events differ every time depending on who is currently present, and what I have done previously during the day prior to the show.

For instance, I very clearly and completely regret ingesting a bean and cheese burrito earlier today for lunch because I am very clearly and completely reaping the consequences. The wrath of the beans. Unforgiving. Unforgetting.

Aside: Always humorous, catching people trying to figure the meaning behind the hair and face...and why the clothes? Why so plain? If I had testes I would usually speak first and challenge their bemused staring. I try not to look at people, and I try to act the complete antithesis of how my head is portraying me. No room to judge, folks! Move along.

Anyhow. About the runway show. Lucy Lovette puts on a runway show at the Portland club Dirty every first Tuesday. This is the third show, and there will be more. Although we don't get paid for doing any of it, I'm still planning on driving up as often as I can, if not for the fun of it than for the study of planning and coordinating events. I have learned a few things within the past three months, which include:

Models will flake.
Designers will flake.
Salons will flake.

Basically, the world is a huge head of untreated dandruff. Fortunately, there are always enough other people to keep it running on this slightly bumpy road. I do admire and respect Lucy's hard work every time, and it's just unfortunate that so many people choose to be so unprofessional.

The Paul Mitchell School in Portland provides the hair and make-up during these shows, and Lucy brings in the models and designers.

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It's always a blast trying to guess what thing will go wrong next. Model drives all the way from the coast, shows up for hair and make-up and then books it once we leave for the club? Designer promising a load of clothes and will be the biggest part of the show, but then doesn't show up? Salon team thinking we said meet an hour earlier than we were, so 75% of the team leaves?

Who knows, but we're ready for anything now!