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I showed up at the gig and they let me know that they'd just come up with the idea we should sell CDs and stuff from two locations. I got a major crank on, because I'd spent the day making lovely signs, all of which pointed at one location. Whatever. I got over it, right about the time the drink tickets arrived. (Drinks there are ten bucks apiece, so those little chits are seriously valuable!) I wound up selling posters and pins as well as CDs, and the other woman set up by the exit and just sold CDs. It worked out well and we sold just under half of the huge box o' disks. A big selling point was that half the performances had been recorded at or near that very venue. That means many of the people buying CDs had been at those shows and could theoretically be on the recording if they'd made any kind of recognizable noises. The new pin set also sold well. I'll probably make a few more of them for tonight.

DG went on at 9:30, and we couldn't set up our stuff until the 7:30 show was all done and back in the dressing room, because the 7:30 show was S@ndra Bernh@rd. She and DG have a weird snarky junior-high thing going on and I'm not sure why. I know they were both on the Jon Stewart show back when he was on MTV. I remember watching it. The other guests were Jake from Squirt TV—loved his little show back then, too—and a guy who decorated cakes with portraits of Jon Stewart and the guests. SB didn't like the way hers came out and was really mean to the poor guy. Of course she also did the usual try-to-imitate-DG and gosh-it's-harder-than-it-seems thing that so many people feel compelled to do when they hear her for the first time. I don't know if this was the beginning of their little feud, but it's definitely grown since then, with the two of them making snarky comments back and forth in performances and interviews and stuff. So we had to wait to set up until SB was safely back in her dressing room. And of course we got to experience her whole act. She's singing now. She covers "Little Red Corvette". I won't say what she covers it with. Let me just say there's a tambourine involved and leave it at that, mmkay? As a singer, she's a pretty good comedian. Between her last song and her first encore, she popped out the stage exit and went straight into the: coat check. Um, isn't your dressing room THAT door over there? Didn't matter, she came out a few moments later minus the shirt she'd been wearing, and did her encore in bra and hot pants. Whoa. She's one gangly gal, she is.

So there was no actual cat fight between the dueling divas, but there's always tonight, since some brain donor booked both women for both nights. Quite the Lineup o' Luv, there. We shall see.

DG played a nice set including my top two favorite songs that she does these days. I sold lots of merch afterwards. Then we went to Round the Clock for the traditional coffee, drinks, and dessert with the crew. The usual suspects were there, along with the other woman who'd sold stuff (and is also DG's new personal assistant,) and a film guy who'd been in Glasgow when we were there. He knew Alison the lighting person from before, and it seems now he's going to be involved with some kind of project with DG. He and I talked about wristwatches and lucid dreams for a while, and I recommended the movie Waking Life, like I do to everybody.

Oh, and Garth was there! Yay! He came down from Winnipeg for the shows. We love Garth.

People started to realize how late it was and how early they all had to be there the next morning, so we paid up and split. We had to try a couple cabs before we found one to take us to Joisey, but we did and we zoomed home with lovely wee-hour swiftness. Hooked up the shoe dryer thingy (we'd walked to the venue during a torrential downpour) and crashed.

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