bethofalltrades

Things got better.

Tonight during the "Ask Amanda" section of the evening, one of the questions was "will your merch girl make out with me?"

"Sure... I mean, if you're a hot lesbian!" Amanda responded.

I blushed. I thought it was Dakota, but she said no. Finally, after I'd sold my last t-shirt of the evening, a beautiful, dark young girl stood quietly on the other side of the table. She awkwardly explained that she was the one who asked the question.

Of course I kissed her. She was sweet and hesitant and it was... perfect. And the perfect antidote to the self-questioning that comes with a unrequited crush.

...

During the show, Amanda said that if someone gave the Danger Ensemble $500, she would show her tits. Sure enough, a quiet, charming man with a boutineere brought five crisp $100 bills to the merch table and gave them to Steven. Amanda cued up the dance remix of Coin Operated Boy and called all of us up on stage. We jumped around like we were at a rave while she took her bra off. Everyone screamed. The man with the boutineere raised his glass to us from the back. It was perfect.

...

I laughed and joked and talked about sex with my compatriots. The bus generator is creating a comforting vibration. I am in my coffin-like bunk, swaddled in a blanket, exhausted but happy. It is perfect.

Love,
Beth


Merch got better to... my per head went down, but I am getting in the rhythm and I figured out how to make my count out from the other night make sense.