Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I'm Famous Bitch: Commercial Shoot in Houston, Texas!!!


Today was really weird. I've known for the past week that there was going to be a political commercial shoot in Houston, Texas. My friend used to work for the Obama campaign, so I figured that it was an Obama commercial. I didn't think that I would actual go to the shoot, but my friend happened to call me this after noon about it. I'm always up for new experiences, so I was excited to go. I wanted to look my best, but I was strapped for time. Instead of doing by usual 60 pushups before going out, I was only able to do 25. I wasn't even able to do any bicep curls. Lets just say that I wasn't quite looking like the Gunshow today. I also really didn't feel like ironing, so I threw on a pair of jeans and a Tshirt. But I did take off my pink earrings.

I got there around 3, and I noticed a room full of senior citizens. I immediately went to hangout with some friends in the room, and I happened to meet a few cool really cool ppl. It sort of sucked when I noticed everyone in the room all dressed up. So I was the only black guy there, and I had to be the one with sneakers and a Tshirts. What are the odds? I happened to find out that this wasn't an Obama commercial. It was a commercial for some local judge. I really thought that I was on my way to national fame, but I was going to settle for local Houston fame. So it was then commercial time. I sat next to this old lady, and I think she may have gave me the wink. She was kind of cute for an old lady, but she was WAY past my age requirement. The candidate started doing his speech, and I noticed that they were only filming the back of my head. How is the world going to see the Reflection of Perfection on their television sets? How are they going to Mr. Lean Cuisine?
It wasn't all that bad. I had a fun time, and I guess my future fame will have to wait for a future time! I just can't wait for too long. I don't want to end up as the naked guy running on the field during the Super Bowl!!!

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