bye bye britney

britney spears has been my neighbor this week. no kidding, really! she was doing a show in town and staying at the hotel on my street. we pulled off the freeway coming home a few nights ago and saw flashing lights. "is that at the hotel or our house?" i asked derek. he surmised the hotel and crept along the road until we pulled up next to them. it's normal to see big trucks and whatnot near us from the shows here, so we scanned the local calendars in our heads to figure out who it was this time.

"oh yeah! it's gotta be britney spears!" but why would she need a police escort? more directly, why would only her freight truck need an escort? riding past the side doors to the hotel, we saw the answer. what could be so important in her gear that it needs protection, you ask? it was a small rolling flatbed filled with pallets of bottled water! yes, britney takes that kabbalah water pretty fucking seriously, i suppose. we wouldn't want to poison a rock star with something from the tap, or even something filtered. everyone knows that.

the show was last night and traffic in our 'hood started piling up before people even got off work. i poked my head outside to spy on the back of the hotel. see, i used to work there and eon ago, ago we would have to send famous people out the service entrance that the employees used to come to work. in my younger days, i once led two singers through the service halls and the kitchen, then literally drove them across the street to their entrance at a performance venue, just so they wouldn't have to walk through the lookey-loos in the lobby. hmm, wonder what britney thought of the ancient time clock sitting in the hallway.

i didn't check to see if there were any more water bottles getting an escort out of the building this morning. maybe she stuck around just long enough to hit a few rockin' barbecue joints and the daylight donut shop. but if i find a random kabbalah bottle on the side of the road, i promise to think of her fondly.


blech! in job news:
they want me to come back to my old job. i hate interviewing, but i also hate driving out on that side of town. still thinking about it, but i'm trying to hold out for now.
derek had another phone interview this week. i'll let you know. we're also doing some local networking for him that might pay off if we're lucky.