last night's craziness

so we did our first post-lockout boycott leaflet last night. It was extremely cold out. Anyway, about a half hour after we started, Minnie Driver walks out of the hotel with her entourage of well-dressed young men. Upon seeing us leafletting (i think i may have tried to say "please check out of the hotel" before i got a good look at her and realized that it was Minnie Driver,) she says "oh, what's this," or something to that effect, and i triy to launch into the boycott rap despite the fact that I'm slightly starstruck, barely able to talk, and afraid of accidentally blurting out something like "I loved you in Grosse Pointe Blank" or "I had a crush on you when i was in high school." So, with help from Ariana, i'm able to explain the boycott, sort of, and Minnie Driver volunteers to complain to management and seems genuinely angry about the fact that she wasn't informed of the labor dispute. She also volunteers to write a letter to management and cc it to us. Then she invites us to her show at the Paradise. We all decide to go, and then everybody else changes their mind while i'm already at the club, but i decided to stay anyway, cause, well, fuck it. And i had fun. Uncomfortable fun, but fun nonetheless.