June 22, 2008

WANTED - Clean, Private Dressing Room

This Cher impersonator gig was a long, long time ago - long, long before I knew enough to ask for a “clean, private dressing room”. This gig was at a food packing facility in an industrial area (now there’s a clue!); it was an all-day event for employees and their families.

When I arrived at the venue, the “green room” turned out to be someone’s office, which had no mirror and no privacy (office had glass walls).  I was not allowed to use the business office restroom, but was offered the bathroom downstairs in the dark depths of the plant where all the heavy, greasy machinery resided.  Oh, great!

The bathroom floor was so caked with grease and dirt, I had to put down paper towels so my feet wouldn’t stick to the floor.  Every surface in this bathroom had some form of dirt on it - even the bar of soap.  It was so filthy and grimy in this bathroom, I almost expected a rat to hand me a towel to dry my hands.

Ahhh, the glamour of show business!