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06/14/2005: "Erotica LA - day 3"
Well, I lived through another Erotica LA! Sunday was pretty mello, alot of people but really nothing out-of-the-ordinary to speak of. Crickett and I bought really cool big furry boxes that lock from a company called Tight Box. The cats are very amused by it.
I was completely wiped out, those conventions really take it outta me. We headed to our favorite Japanese noodle place then watched a bunch of BTS footage from varying movies - Crickett may be coming back in July and if she does Bryn and I are putting her to work. There is going to be alot of shooting going on around here in July.
Anyway here, once again, is Crickett's LiveJournal on day 3 of Erotica LA:
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From the LiveJournal of Crickett
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
5:10 pm Erotica LA, Day 3
Okay, by day 3 of ANY convention, most of the participants are OVER IT. As were we. But we forged ahead, with the promise that there would be a Tight Box in our future if we were good girls and toughed it out. Now granted, I'm not spending my day getting groped and having to smile with the sweating masses for photos, but I'll tell you something. I DO walk around at armpit level.
ATTENTION FANBOYS: BATHE, YOU BASTARDS!!! Ahem.
Yes yes, there were some stinky mofos there who only get out of their houses for smut conventions, it would seem. Pyoooo! Smelleh.
Got to see Sarah Blake and Justine Joli and as always, they were lovely. Slightly snarky by day three, but who can blame them? It's funny, because a lot of people don't think that porn girls have brains in their heads (and indeed, there are quite a few who do not). They also think that because these girls fuck on film, they must be perfectly happy to be grabbed and molested by total strangers. Untrue. Evidence: Some guy was posing with Sarah Blake for a photo and was sliding his hand nonchalantly down to her ass. She moved said hand back up to her hip and said to him sweetly, "Just because I'm a porn star doesn't mean you can't be a gentleman." Amen, sister. Then there's her responses to the question (when the person is pointing to a photo of the girl in question), "Is that you?" She would either say, "No, it's my mom." or "That's NOT the way to start a conversation. Say hello." I love that girl. J-girl was chillin', drinkin' her wine and doing her best to deal with the crowds, although she has her gorgeously snarky side as well. Yet another reason I adore her.
By the time we had a mere hour left, I finally retreated to the PXP booth with my knitting. Hiding from the masses from within the fishbowl of the booth. Aaaah....it was much less smelly in there. When it was all over, we fled quickly to hit the Tight Box booth, and now I can proudly say that Kylie and I BOTH have a Tight Box of our very own. And it's fuzzy. You sweat us, and that's quite alright. We understand.
So now, I'm here until Tuesday instead of leaving today. Everything's fine, it would just appear that I'm needed out here and so they twisted my arm (nearly twisted it clean off!) to stay. Also, Julie Night wants to learn to knit as well. Important stuff! (Especially after seeing how much sitting around fucking off happens on a set. Yesterday was a learning experience.)
Talk to you all soon!
Crickett
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