It’s been a good month since I last wrote a “99 Diaries” entry – but that doesn’t mean things haven’t been rolling along.
As far as fundraisers go, I’ve been focused mostly over the past month on gathering junk for a garage sale. I’ve been doing a lot of driving to Orange County, as I have family there with both a yard and storage space I can use…neither of which is available for me here in LA.
The first strange thing I was offered: a piano. Tempting, but there was no logical way I could transport it.
Second strange thing I was offered: vintage 1960s and 1970s Playboys and Penthouses. Those I took. They, however, will be sold on ebay. Where small children can’t look at them.
I had my first garage sale Sept 4 – and, despite the fact that it was labor day weekend, I made $360! Quite a chunk of change as far as garage sale stuff goes. But I have a TON of stuff left over, and some really good stuff at that, so I’ll be having garage sale #2 on September 25th. In the meantime, I’ll be be gathering stuff from people – there were several pickups that didn’t quite happen in time for this past weekend (including my parents).
I’m feeling pretty good about where I am money-wise. Of course, I’d always like to have more so I can thus pay people more, but I’ll work with what I can get. Hopefully the next garage sale (or two) will be just as successful! I’m thinking of also trying to do a small drive on Kickstarter – more to come on that front later.
One disappointment however: I had a HUGE print out of Harrison Ford, donated by the lovely Laura Lee Bahr. I set him by the men’s pants where he stared at people all morning as they rifled through the clothes. And not ONE person questioned, commented, laughed or ran aways scared because of it. Not one. Orange County, where is your sense of humor?
Now entering: Freak Out Mode.
This is really going to happen people. I’ll be posting stuff about auditions soon, and hopefully another reading, and the next BIG producer thing I have to do is…register the show with Equity.
I’m telling Equity it’s happening. So it must be happening. Crap.