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I know everyone's out living life, but I'm exhausted and home, because I know how to party. The night before. :) Happy to say that the wedding reception last night was absolutely a blast. Great people - I love making new friends with funny, smart, interesting people - great food (if I do say so myself, but everyone else said so, too, ha) and fabulous booze. I actually left at one point to buy more champagne for the punch. I went through...10 bottles? Nope, just counted, 12. 5 batches of punch made, and people were standing around the kitchen island waiting for it, ahahaha. Note: it packs a MASSIVE booze punch, so just because it tastes delish, ease up. I had a few people that stayed and sobered up before we let them go home. (I'm such a mom.)

Today I had a commercial shoot - hopefully I'll get a copy of the video to share after it airs. I had a decent call time (noon), unlike my last shoot (5am). We filmed at this beautiful home (mansion, truth be told). The homeowner is this very dashing French man who sells French collectibles. Everything in his house was several hundred years old. This will be important in a bit.

REALITY CHECK #1: the three women in the commercial all got to change and make up our faces in one bedroom. Hope you're not wearing your ugly underwear! I actually had to pause for a minute as I unbuckled my jeans to do a mental check of "Did I wear underwear that is comfy, or the pretty kind?" You girls know what I mean about the B team, lol.

I'm the last to film, and I thought I was doing this one part (wrapping my feet in bubblewrap because shoes hurt - it's a foot clinic, btw. that's the client.) Turns out they want me to be the woman that stuffs her shoes with marshmallows because my feet hurt. I have a tattoo on my foot. I made sure everyone knew that before hand, but I think they forgot until it was staring at them in the face. Whoops! (I brought make up to cover it, in case, but they didn't want that.)

Fancy camera angles, and all of the skills in hiding my tattoo around my mother in law paid off. (My mother in law is Kappa Kappa Gamma from way back. She ALWAYS stares at my foot to see if it's covered up. Ahahaha. I delight in wearing flip flops around her.) But back to that marshmallow shoe thingy. Thank GOODNESS they provided shoes. I had brought a few pair per their instruction. Blech.

We tried so many different ways to get the effect of marshmallow oozing out when I stand up. Let me tell you, you've not lived until you have five people crouched under your legs (I'm wearing a short dress, too, urk!) jamming Stay Puft in between your toes in some peep toe heels. These were at least 3 inches, unlike my pushing 5 inches in the baseball bat to the a/c unit shoot.

After... six tries? we came up on the idea of a layer of big giant marshmallows, several schmears of marshmallow fluff, then a ring of giant marshmallows cut in half on the outside edge. Delightful. Now. Because we don't want the marshmallows to ooze out until I've stood up, that means I'm sitting in a chair leaning way over, my foot almost bent in half the wrong way so only my toes are in the shoe. (Necessary because the shoes were so crammed, I couldn't get my foot in to stand.)

Rolling, ready, action! I stand. I walk a step. CUT. I sit back down, lean way over, and the group huddles under me with washcloths and paper towels, the shoes are whisked off to the sink to be washed out and dried so we can do it all over again. This is TV work, people. (I love it, though, who am I kidding? I got paid a nice sum to do this, too.)

Remember how everything in this house is 400 years old? He truly had 400 & 500 year old paintings from the Renaissance in there. The floors were hand-scraped oak, probably reclaimed from Louis XVI's summer cottage, or something. There was an antique rug that I was standing on. OH. MY. GOD. We were all freaking out, then finally pulled the carpet away for the last two takes so it would only gush out onto the wood. And then it wouldn't come up off said hand-scraped oak made from the Cross of Jesus, or where ever. AHHH!!! (I mentioned that dish soap would dissolve the sugar and help it get up. The P.A.s were new graduates from college - they've not experienced the pleasure of gum in a child's hair, etc.)

After a few hours of squishing around, I was wrapped and got to go home never to want any marshmallows again. I just dropped my oldest daughter off at a party, went inside to chat with the parents, and they had a bag of marshmallows on the counter. Their daughter pulled one out and popped it in her mouth and I had to use all of my strength to not dry heave in their kitchen. I just... that smell got to me after three hours of STANDING in it. :D

Next up is an audition for an Indie film, either the part of an NFL player's "lady friend" or a fed-up lesbian. Either is fine with me! I've got my fingers crossed on the fed up lesbian.


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Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:35 am (UTC)
Foot marshmallows.

I... ew.

Congrats on the commercial! You are my hero. Heroine. Heroin. Something.

-- c.
Nov. 22nd, 2009 01:58 pm (UTC)
Yeah. That sickly sweet smell was overpowering.

Thanks! They're fun - I do a bunch of regional work, nothing "big time" yet.
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Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:37 am (UTC)
I vote "fed-up lesbian!" That one is definitely more fun to play, and I know from experience. Back when I was a fresh-from-college young whippersnapper, I lived in a group house that must have been on the missionary hot list for LDS and Jehovah's Witnesses. My housemates always sent me to the door, because I would stand and fold my arms and say, "I'm a radical lesbian separatist,(I wasn't, but whatever) what do you people have to offer me." It was so fun to watch them stammer and run!

Good times.

In other news, I'd like to share that a bottle of Veuve Cliquot is a marvellous friend on a Saturday night.

Also: You may not be married any more. http://www.politicsdaily.com/2009/11/21/did-texas-accidently-outlaw-marriage-in-05/
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:00 pm (UTC)
Isn't that article hilarious?! We were married before '05, so I think we're good (unless I missed that the new law was retro-active?) If so, party at my place, leave your keys in the bowl!

ANd I completely agree re: bubbly. Mmmm, delish! (I had a bottle of that, but did NOT use it for punch. Sacre bleu!)
... - maybe1ce - Nov. 22nd, 2009 06:49 pm (UTC) - Expand
Nov. 22nd, 2009 03:28 am (UTC)
Who says acting isn't glamorous?
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:00 pm (UTC)
Actors! LOL. :D
Nov. 22nd, 2009 04:00 am (UTC)
Best. shoot story. ever.

Marshmallow fluff and antique carpets FTW!

Love you. Glad you're getting to do your craft.
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
Love you, too! (And I'm glad about that as well, YAY.)

Oh my god, whoever thought marshmallow ooze and antique rugs would go together....
Nov. 22nd, 2009 04:56 am (UTC)
went inside to chat with the parents, and they had a bag of marshmallows on the counter.


That is the funniest TV story I've ever heard.
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:02 pm (UTC)
AHahahaha, I know, right!? I laughed when I saw them and may have shouted "NO!" Lol.

Then the daughter ate one and I swooned...
Nov. 22nd, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
oh dear marshmallows.

did the owner react okay to the marshmallow stuff?
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:03 pm (UTC)
HE WASN'T THERE. He was there for the first portion of the shoot (the other women) then he and his daughters vamoosed. There's only so much fun an outsider can have on set, it's very tedious, all of the placing of cameras, lights, etc.

Nov. 22nd, 2009 05:44 am (UTC)
Oh my god, you poor thing. Here's hoping you won't be offered any cocoa or smores soon.
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:04 pm (UTC)

I will burst into bitter tears if someone brings me a smore. Or flames. Or I'll get over it and eat it up, I just don't know yet.
Nov. 22nd, 2009 06:20 am (UTC)
You have the BEST stories. Thanks for sharing. Too bad about the cross of Jesus. ::dies laughing::
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:05 pm (UTC)
This guy had some fancy shit, I'm telling you. The hand towel in the powder bath was the shroud of Turin, I'm almost positive.
Nov. 22nd, 2009 10:04 am (UTC)
Fed up lesbian drowning her sorrows in a bag of marshmallows!
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:05 pm (UTC)

Nov. 22nd, 2009 04:29 pm (UTC)
Oh, man.

Cross of Jesus floors!

I'm so glad that the Bebe won't be reading this. She would be the first one to try and replicate marshmallows-in-your-shoes.

So, is this a local ad? Or national? Shall i see you on my tv?
Nov. 22nd, 2009 05:30 pm (UTC)
I was told this was a regional ad, so I'm guessing it's for the south/southern states near Texas. Man, if I landed a national commercial, everyone would hear my squeal of delight. Those pay RIDICULOUS amounts of money. Esp. when they become a series of shoots, like the "Can you hear me now?" guy or the Progressive insurance chick.
Nov. 22nd, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
o.O OK now... That just sounds... Well, ew!
Nov. 23rd, 2009 02:04 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha, I'll definitely agree with you on that.
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 02:03 pm (UTC)
Why yes, I WILL break a leg! (Hahaha. DUN JINX ME, ZOMG.)

Yeah, it's actually boring behind scenes/on set unless you have a job in the crew - then you're always doing something. I like to fill my time with inappropriate jokes. :D

Edited at 2009-11-23 03:08 pm (UTC)
Nov. 23rd, 2009 07:00 am (UTC)
Ooh creepy, I went down the lollies aisle at the supermarket this morning, which I hardly ever do, and saw marshmallows and thought "yum", and then I felt a weird aversion at the idea of eating them. Sensible conscience? Or freaky mind-meld??
Nov. 23rd, 2009 02:02 pm (UTC)
MIND MELD. On the one hand they're delicious. On the other foot, they're disgusting. ;)
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Nov. 23rd, 2009 05:26 pm (UTC)
It really will be a funny commercial. one scene is a man coming out of the center after having his feet fixed and begins doing ballet pirouettes in his business shoes. He's a real... "normal joe" looking guy, too. Awesome.

I have no idea if he was paid, he was friends with the producer, however. I don't know, Anne. I know that the PAs would do everything they could to keep things as we found them, but still!!
Nov. 23rd, 2009 07:21 pm (UTC)
I totally need video of the shoot

and I vote for F'ed fed up lesbian
Nov. 23rd, 2009 07:30 pm (UTC)
it would be WAY more fun to play, I'm thinking. :D
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I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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