Wednesday, October 10, 2007

pondering gratitude

so, the only downside to the whole Mexican vacation? The people. Oh, not the very happy and loving life Mexican folks, and not the majority of the resort guests. The people in our tour group.

They were nasty. They bitched constantly. If it wasn't that the concerts (note the *plural*) were too short, it was that the floors were wet (we were at the beach!) or that the only food available at 3am was hamburgers (they had a *24 Hour* hamburger stand, y'all!) or that the concert artists didn't want to *gasp* hang out with them and get blind drunk until all hours of the night.

Now. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I should have higher expectations or something.

But you know, when I can go to Mexico and hang out at the beach for 3 days, I'm HAPPY. I don't need to be entertained. I mean, God knows they had free entertainment out the wazoo, over and above our own private concerts. They had fire dancers and cheesy vegas style shows and huge pools and a private beach...


What have people got to bitch about here?

We were talking about the sense of ownership and entitlement these fans had toward the artists, and about how creepy it made anything remotely meet and greet with the artists. Maybe it's because on a much smaller scale, I get that now, too, with people emailing me and demanding more of a story, or asking me to write something just for them. S0 maybe that's part of it. Maybe they just don't know that there is a line. You have a public eye job, you're giving up some of your privacy, I've never denied that. But it's still a job, and you should be able to get away from it to have supper or go to the bathroom ;)

I think I'll end on some good things...

I am no longer feeling like Montezuma hates me and wants revenge

I'm getting work done, slow but sure

I've been up before 9 two days in a row. Seeing as how I was insomnia girl before we left for vacation, going to bed at 2 and up at 8 is far better than bed at 5 up at 11 ;)

I have an appt to get new glasses. I want the same ones I have, as I love them, but I get to get sunglasses!

okay, back to work


A said...

Well, it's good to know that that entitlement thing isn't just on the 'net. I mean, I'd rather it didn't exist at all, but I feel somehow better that it's not a specific net thing somehow. I don't know why that should make a difference but somehow it does.

The thing that always gets me about people like that is they're missing out on the good -- too busy focussed on the negative and wanting more and more and more instead of looking at what they do have.

The beach, baby. Private concerts, baby. How sad to have to complain about that?

If more people were grateful for what they had... and hell, I don't mean folks should settle, but damn, while you're busy reaching for that brass ring? Enjoy the ride there.

I'm glad you and the bird had a good time. Y'all stopped and smelled the roses (or maybe it was the country singer you stopped and smelled ;)).

And cool on the glasses! You getting transitionals, or a pair of regular and a pair of sunglasses?

The P type ;)

Jean said...

I'm a member of Melissa Etheridge's fan club. I've only been to one meet & greet, but let me tell you, the lesbian sense of entitlement has got to beat all. :/

And how the hell can you complain about a burger joint that's open 24 hours?!? GEEZ!

Hello people. Mexican beaches, swim-up bar, 24 hour burgers... get over yourselves and have some fun!

Wish I'd been there. ;-)

Alex Draven said...

this would be why I'm squirrely about the kind of cons where the celebs are in attendance (comic cons and the like) - I'm always *mortified* to be part of the audience that's asking those stupid questions and then going to corner them by the elevators ....

And, really, if you can't have fun with a swim-up bar and a couple of private gigs, what hope is there!