To this day I still kind of resent her for it.
Picture it, Pride '97.
I had been up all week partying, and helping to get the club set up for the big Sunday night.
It's Sunday, 4 in the afternoon.
99 degrees with nary a cloud in the sky.
My skin turning a nice shade of salmon pink.
I had just spent all day at the Festival selling tickets for the show.
I get to the club and can't wait to use the shower in the office [don't ask].
But I can't.
Because Miss W has commandeered the second floor as her 'green room'.
I was all dirty, sweaty and tired, and this sent me over the edge.
I was livid and threw a major hissy fit.
It was like expecting to be granted access to heaven, but then brutally stopped and sent back down to toil away in my
circle of hell.
Luckily my boss let me sneak in during her sound-check.
I was much better once shaved and showered, and was able to work the rest of the night.
That is until after we closed down and found out..... we weren't done!
We had to break down Miss W's stage and audio too.
We were there until 8 AM Monday morning.
Talk about a Pride from hell.
Yes, it's been 10 years, and I still resent her.