This past weekend we were hired to handle the logistics and contract employees for the Truckin' Magazine annual truck show.
It was record temperatures (104 degrees) and a young, vulgar crowd, and we had our hands full.
Mini trucks, diesels, monster trucks, and vendors with chrome up the wazoo all pulled into the grassy venue and turned up their stereos simultaneously. I've worked at nearly 30 car shows over the years, and I've never seen such a crowd. I've never had to watch a car show participant get hauled away by the police for pulling a switch blade. I've never had to nervously oversee a security staff who regularly made contact with people who were trying to sneak some sort of narcotic onto the show grounds.
Then there was the bikini contest. What's ironic is the bikini winner wasn't even wearing one! She had pasties on her boobs and a strap for her bottoms. A strap.
There were two stripper poles on the stage, just for that portion of the show, and the girls were encouraged by the M.C. to hop up there and get everyone going. Meanwhile, we're dialing police dispatch, asking for more help with our hormonally driven, young, aggressive crowd.
After two days of this in the extreme heat (extreme for April, anyway) we were happy to finally take apart the venue and haul it all away. Exhausting.
