I'm working another beach festival tomorrow, after I lead a volunteer event for three hours, and I just found out two days ago I need to go to a VIP party tonight. That might sound like fun, but it's been a long week. Tomorrow will be a very long day, probably fourteen hours including both events, and I'm supposed to stop by a place where my son is playing music; it really is on my way home, and I'm dragging some of the other VIP people from the festival with me. Honestly, I'm not a VIP. I'm a POC for VIPs. My pass/badge is all-access, which theirs isn't, so that actually gives me a higher rank than VIPs. Not that I care. Well, okay, I care a little. It's cool to be able to go behind the stage and really anywhere I want during festivals. This time, because I'm arriving later, I'll have a sponsor parking pass. That will make me hot shit!
So today I'm scoring essays from 8:30-5, taking a quick shower, putting on something half-decent, and going to the VIP party. I wrote the earlier part this morning. It's now 5:30 and I have on something a quarter-decent along with a little make-up and semi-good hair. It's almost go time. Not feeling it, rolling my eyes. I'm sure it will be fine when I get there, and tomorrow will be a fun, if long, day.
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