What a friggin' week. I left on Thursday for Cleveland, on Sunday I arrive in Sharon, PA, spend the next week there, and last night (Saturday), FINALLY, I get home. It was a hell of an adventure, that's for sure, and I suspect I'll have a few more before I die.
The first phase of the glorious fun was in Cleveland atthe Grand Prix race, where we gave away cheap cooler bags for K-Mart in exchange for people signing up for a K-Mart credit card. At least I excelled in it, and the client was VERY impressed with out performance, so much so that they pulled another marketing company off of another campaign and put us on it. Hooray.
I did get my picture taken with the Hooters girls, though, so that was pretty cool. Hard worker of the weekend goes to me, since I spent most of my time outside the tent, actively getting people to sign up. Slacker of the weekend award goes to a guy I'll refer to as Deadweight who, when he was doing anything at all, merely stood on the fringe of the tent, holding a bag, mumbling "It's free." Yup, the bodybuilding perpetually horny misogynist racist who loves rap and hip-hop. Quite a character. During our last night in Cleveland we were at a restaurant and some the waitress handed him a matchbook with a grammaticaly-challenged proposition on it from a chick who had just left. So Deadweight immediately asks, "Is she a stripper?"
Call it pop psychology, but I think that the lad is a few weels short of a unicycle. I can't BELIEVE he gets more action than me. Chicks just dig people liek that.
So then we went to Sharon, doing the same crap as I usually do, and it was pretty much uninteresting except Friday night when we went to a bar/club to celebrate our good work. A mystery chick bough a friend of mine a drink. A little later, a not-bad looking chick actually asked me to dance!! GASP! It turned out that the drink was intended for ME. So we went and danced kinda dirty (in the loose sense of the word). When the bar closed, I actually got up the guts to ask her for a night of passion, but she turned me down after admitting that it was extremely tempting. Ahh, she WANTED me. She said that she was apalled that I didn't have a girlfriend, since I deserved one. I don't know how much she'd been drinking.
Overall, it was fun. I didn't get her phone number or anyhting, since she lives in Ohio, is 31, and seemed to be just not my type, so it seemed pointless to torture myself with trying to srt through the mental messiness a pseudo-relationship causes in my brain. So it was a good time, especially since the other three guys got minimal female attention over the night. HA HA!
I'm glad to be home. The road trip was just too much fun for me.