Monday, September 18, 2006

+ The One with the Preview Fiasco +

DISCLAIMER: This is my dream journal so the entries are my actual dreams. None of these things happened in real life

It was the some random Preview party. But instead of it being a happy and a joyous thing, there was this whole chaotic vibe looming and just sucking the life out of everyone. I don't remember what it was exactly, but there was a whole mess with the latest Preview issue that angered a lot of (important) people. So, the party became a witch hunt of sorts.

Pauline (Preview EIC in real life) was there and trying her very best to stay calm, after all, it is her party. While the publishers (and whoever angry boss) were there explaining to the crowd what was to be done, Pauline was calm and poised, as if saying with her body language that she didn't do anything wrong, and that you cannot shake such a confident lady like her.

Anyway, what they planned to do was sort the whole thing out that night. Like bring out tapes of interviews, transcripts, receipts, transmittal slips and whatever else that could point them to the offending people. And then they (bosses and publishers) left the auditorium / theater (where the party was being held) to deliberate the facts presented before them.


All the sisters were there and they were asking if I was going to take their mom home. I replied, "No, I'm just with her since the car is waiting outside."

And then Pauline asked me to take down some notes for her.

The theme of the party was Victorian/ Baroque, or I think. I'm not really a fashionista so just think modern Marie Antoinette or trendy Anne Rice vampires (Interview with a Vampire movie) and Gwen Stefani in her "What You Waiting For?" music video.


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Monday, September 18, 2006

+ The One with the Preview Fiasco +

DISCLAIMER: This is my dream journal so the entries are my actual dreams. None of these things happened in real life

It was the some random Preview party. But instead of it being a happy and a joyous thing, there was this whole chaotic vibe looming and just sucking the life out of everyone. I don't remember what it was exactly, but there was a whole mess with the latest Preview issue that angered a lot of (important) people. So, the party became a witch hunt of sorts.

Pauline (Preview EIC in real life) was there and trying her very best to stay calm, after all, it is her party. While the publishers (and whoever angry boss) were there explaining to the crowd what was to be done, Pauline was calm and poised, as if saying with her body language that she didn't do anything wrong, and that you cannot shake such a confident lady like her.

Anyway, what they planned to do was sort the whole thing out that night. Like bring out tapes of interviews, transcripts, receipts, transmittal slips and whatever else that could point them to the offending people. And then they (bosses and publishers) left the auditorium / theater (where the party was being held) to deliberate the facts presented before them.


All the sisters were there and they were asking if I was going to take their mom home. I replied, "No, I'm just with her since the car is waiting outside."

And then Pauline asked me to take down some notes for her.

The theme of the party was Victorian/ Baroque, or I think. I'm not really a fashionista so just think modern Marie Antoinette or trendy Anne Rice vampires (Interview with a Vampire movie) and Gwen Stefani in her "What You Waiting For?" music video.


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