i had to work again this weekend. that makes two in a row.

working two saturdays in a row should be illegal. i think that actually could be a law in france. reason number 157 why I should live there.

Anyhoo - yes, I had to work. And so, I thought, why not do it in style?

I grabbed my trendiest garb, grabbed my camera equipment and hit the pavement in style - on my knees. Literally. I was on my knees for most of it. I was trying to get cool angles with my camera. I was covering this annual concert event downtown and I seemed to be the only media member there. This, evidently, made me a celebrity.

I actually had a woman (however crazy she may have been) ask to take a photograph with me. And in true diva fashion, I posed like never before. cheeeeeeeeese.

After that, I felt like nothing could get me down. I was basically Barbara Walters on the trail of a next earth-shattering story, right? This boost in confidence made me feel invincible. $1 for a diet coke? pfft - do you know who I am?! Authorized personel only? gimme a break.

That’s when I strutted myself on stage with the rolling stones cover band. I was thisclose to some dude’s skin-tight pleather panther pants. Filming away. Thinking this was equal parts halirious and ridiculous and everyone in the audience must think “wooo, look, it’s the journalist!”

That’s when I heard some yelling. I looked down to see two security guards flalling their arms, faces as red as my ginger head.

Oopsies.

I was kicked off stage and sent through the crowd with my hat held low.

Nothing like a kick in the chops to deflate that big head I had grown.

But - I still like to think that picture of me and crazy lady is hung with pride on a hot dog filled fridge somewhere.

A girl can dream.

L x

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