About two weeks ago The Fat Jew started advertising for parties to commemorate the launch of his new book and it was sponsored by Four Loco (still cracking up about this). One of my best friends Caytee pitched the idea of taking a group trip to the closest one to us. Columbus, OH. Though neither of us are huge drinkers we are huge fans of Josh Ostrovsky, so I RSVP'd. It ended up just being the two of us and it didn't go as planned but we still had a blast.
Wahoo, road trip! 3 hours and 20 odd minutes ended up taking us almost 4 hours and 30 odd minutes; this meant we had less time to get ready for the show.
Less time to get ready meant we left our hotel via Uber at 8:10p instead of 7:45p which meant we didn't get to the venue until 8:20p.. 20 minutes after the line 'officially' started. Hundreds upon hundreds of people! We guessed maybe we were 1200th in line for this thing. The line began at the doors of the venue and wrapped around the block, placing us at BOOM.
It was cold and we were freezing. We were trying to remain positive but when 10pm rolled around it seemed less likely that we were going to make the cut. Once we crossed the actual threshold onto the property security started coming outside periodically to give updates.
Update 1: everyone behind this mark (which was behind us) can plan on leaving now, you're not getting in.
Update 2 (5 minutes later): we are letting people in for 5 more minutes.
Update 3 (30 seconds later): 20 more people and that's it; everyone surges forward and I fear I might be trampled.
Update 4 (maybe 5 minutes after): venue is full, don't bitch and moan because we'll call the cops. Just leave now.
We were so close, but still so far.
Understandably, I knew the odds of people leaving early after getting in was slim to none, but I thought it was ridiculous that we weren't allowed to keep a line even if we were being courteous.
So, now what to do? We were frozen to the bone and we were starving, so let's order another Uber because it's quick and convenient and get some grub! We ended up in the downtown portion of campus called 'Short North'. The first place we stopped had just closed the kitchen, the next place we stopped closed in 30 minutes. Finally, we found Bakersfield. TACOS. TEQUILA. WHISKEY. What could go wrong with this choice?
The food.. SO GOOD.
And then after filling out tummies it was back to the hotel where we snapped some dramatic selfie's with my selfie stick that I refused to be rendered useless.
Was the goal of putting these 'on the line' to garner attention from The Fat Jew and get some sort of recognition for traveling and subsequently freezing half way to death to not gain entrance to the party? Maybe. Did I get a like from him and Babe Walker? YES. Recognition enough? For the fan girl in me, yes.
Is White Girl Rose unpleasant to drink? Yes. It could be because I don't really like wine to begin with, but hey. Celebrity. Novelty. These are things I love. No shame.
#whitegirlfrozen
Leia
It was cold and we were freezing. We were trying to remain positive but when 10pm rolled around it seemed less likely that we were going to make the cut. Once we crossed the actual threshold onto the property security started coming outside periodically to give updates.
Update 1: everyone behind this mark (which was behind us) can plan on leaving now, you're not getting in.
Update 2 (5 minutes later): we are letting people in for 5 more minutes.
Update 3 (30 seconds later): 20 more people and that's it; everyone surges forward and I fear I might be trampled.
Update 4 (maybe 5 minutes after): venue is full, don't bitch and moan because we'll call the cops. Just leave now.
We were so close, but still so far.
Understandably, I knew the odds of people leaving early after getting in was slim to none, but I thought it was ridiculous that we weren't allowed to keep a line even if we were being courteous.
So, now what to do? We were frozen to the bone and we were starving, so let's order another Uber because it's quick and convenient and get some grub! We ended up in the downtown portion of campus called 'Short North'. The first place we stopped had just closed the kitchen, the next place we stopped closed in 30 minutes. Finally, we found Bakersfield. TACOS. TEQUILA. WHISKEY. What could go wrong with this choice?
The food.. SO GOOD.
And then after filling out tummies it was back to the hotel where we snapped some dramatic selfie's with my selfie stick that I refused to be rendered useless.
Was the goal of putting these 'on the line' to garner attention from The Fat Jew and get some sort of recognition for traveling and subsequently freezing half way to death to not gain entrance to the party? Maybe. Did I get a like from him and Babe Walker? YES. Recognition enough? For the fan girl in me, yes.
Is White Girl Rose unpleasant to drink? Yes. It could be because I don't really like wine to begin with, but hey. Celebrity. Novelty. These are things I love. No shame.
#whitegirlfrozen
Leia
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