Here's one short story before my brain melts and I have to go back up there. There will be countless more to follow. A quick thanks Yogachik for hooking us up everywhere, and truth for not setting me on fire. Meats is kicking ass. Chica rules. She tore her ACL but is still rocking up there. MoreSnowPlease is as cool as they come and hooked us up tremendously. His whole staff are kick ass as well. WSD and LPH are blurs, but they're here too. We went to their place after "the incident". Under no circumstances ever am I allowed to drink shots. Holy crap. My brain shuts down, but then my body procedes to cause as much mayhem as absolutely possible while the brain is on vacation.
So we're in our "Style Lounge" house (a private house). Celebs come through and check out your stuff. truth and I started a clothing line and we decided to unleash it at Sundance. We all take turns working our table, talking to celebs, doing interviews for fashion hollywood special people style shows etc... At one point I decide I'd do a much better job if I got drunk. Holy crap was I right. I was on. Making jokes, people busting up everywhere, doing some hilarious interviews and generally spinning funny shit as fast as I could.
Then there's a lull in the traffic of people coming through. Some other people in the house come down to our room to party during the break. Their affiliations will remane nameless. At that moment we entered into something we'll call "the Patron Plastic cup Pact". The pact meant we'd swear allegiance to a half full plastic cup of patron and pound it straight. That's about the last thing I remember clearly.
Details are fuzzy, but Shannon Elizabeth was on her way down to our room with a huge entourage. There are photographers in tow and they come into the room. All of what I will tell you now does not come from my own memory, but those of everyone else who was there. Shannon Elizabeth begins to approach me too talk about our line/check out the clothing/take some pictures etc...
At this point there a number of possible things I could say to start the conversation. For example:
A). "I'm a huge fan. I love your work. Let me tell you a little bit about our line."
B). "Nice to meet you. This shirt would be perfect for you." (at which point the celeb usually holds up the shirt and the photographers take some shots).
C). "Is there anything you'd like? I'd be happy to get it for you. What's your size? What are you doing up at Sundance this year?" etc
or you could go a completely different route and try:
D). "Gonarhea!!"
That's right. When Shannon Elizabeth approached me to talk about our clothing I shouted: "Gonarhea" as loud as I could to a full room of famous people. Then I and and everybody else in the room started laughing hysterically. I then said a bunch of other really random stuff. Like: "Here at Reaktocrops we're important and we do stuff." She left with one of pretty much everything we make. Thank God meats of evil has a better brain than mine.
I am a horses ass.
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