I guess I should give you a quick run down of the sequence of thoughts running through my head immediately after my boss told me I was going to be a part of the Clip Film Festival:
1. My butt is WAY too big to have a bunch of celebs and other people looking at it!
2. What the heck do you wear to one of these things? (I must admit, I'm intimidated by the glamorous gay fashionistas - they KNOW their threads! I, on the other hand, do not! I wear bag-lady thrift-shop clothes, and not the almost-cool Olsen-twin kind...).
3. Could someone please tell me what a gala is? Is it like the prom?
I've been coming out of my skin ever since I heard the news that I'm going, and it makes me proud that by not giving-up and being true to myself, I have helped to make attending something fantastic like this possible! (I come from a town that would be a ghost-town if the local paper mill shut down - landing a job as cool as this one is about as likely as Paris Hilton showing-up at our county fair!)
I am officially a PA (Production Assistant), but am really Bridget Cline's "Girl Friday", and she's my fairy-godmother (well, maybe a little like "The Devil Has Big Dogs"). She and I will be driving from Ohio to Florida in an old Jeep Grand Cherokee, loaded with collars and leashes to help raise money for the Film Festival. (Oh, yeah, and we'll be accompanied by the two biggest drooly-dogs on the planet! Buttercup and Sammy, Great Danes and Professional Love Sponges, will be navigating on the journey).
This is just one of the many adventures coming-up in my *finally* charmed life, and I'll be keeping you posted on getting-ready, dieting, all of it! I think I'll go eat some celery - talk to you soon!
Torre
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