I'm back, and to prove it, I'm here. What a deesaster this show was. Don't know if the fact that Bill Clinton was in West Hollywood signing his big fat book, but something was definitely awry. I have done the summer show for the last three years and it has always been pretty jammed on Saturday, less so on Sunday. Today, right from the start, there was simply no one there. For the first time, I was seated in the good first aisle rather than the center aisle, so I was really looking forward to lots of traffic. Never happened. Penny did okay but had traffic been what it usually is she would have cleaned up. I did fine - sold a few scripts and a CD or two, etc. But, normally you just can barely walk down that first aisle and today it was wide open from ten to five, despite having the likes of Marilyn Chambers, Tiffany, Dickie Moore, Sam Jones and Lee Meriwether all in our aisle. The biggest lines were for Elvira and Angela Cartwright, and those were on the complete opposite side of the room and it seemed like those people who were over there, got those autographs and then left without doing the rest of the room. Also seen, my new pal Charlene Tilton and daughter, Elke Sommer, who gave me a big warm smile, Ken Norton (sitting across from me) and many others. Tammy Minoff dropped by for a spell, and Beth, one of our dear reader lurkers, came by. Our very own Nick Redman stuck it out all day with me, which was very nice of him. And it's always nice to see Pogue, Panni and Panni's dearest Rachel.
Now, might I just ask, where in tarnation IS everyone? We need some home fries burning, baby. Yes, burn, baby, burn - that's what I'M talkin' about.
Rain curtain: Yes, there was a rain curtain, and quite a bit of rain splashing all over everyone and the floor - one of the few effective moments of the evening.
