It was an experience both ridiculous, and something I could get used to. I've worked 13 hours the past two days starting at 6 am though, so excuse me if I casually sip on my huge beer whilst penning this epic tale of my rise to stardom.
Here's a picture I took in my "trailer" (term used loosely as it was about as long as I am tall and as wide as...um, narrow) of my costume, just for, ya know, posterity (vanity? eh, I'm sticking with posterity):
So, the thing is, I like feeling special, because who doesn't? But you know what I don't like? Being babied and wondering if people are being nice because they like you and you're being nice, or because it's their job to be nice to you (and your dad has the power to fire them). These are stupid complaints, but honestly, I like to think that I am fairly pleasant to be around and I'd like to gauge whether or not that's reading with people without questioning their motives. Regardless, it was kind of (see: really) awesome to have someone else worry about me looking good at ungodly hours of the morning. Gotta love that hair and makeup trailer! I got a free haircut, which I really needed, and some seriously kick-ass makeup tips (Maybelline is really the best mascara out there, bar none) and got my makeup done next to Sofia Vergara and then...TIM GUNN! He literally could not be a nicer man. I just want to be his best friend. The director was also unbelievably friendly, helpful, and not scary, which was a help because I really did want to have an actual line on camera, and I did! I said good morning to Neil Patrick Harris' character as he walked into the office, as I was the receptionist. Other than that, highlights include Hank Azaria's baby boy coming to the set with his mom and being petrified of his dad's intense Gargamel makeup, shaking hands with NPH and helping him figure out how to get rid of the 106 people pretending to be him on Facebook (oh, real problems) on his iPad, and then, as I was leaving today I went to say goodbye to Tim Gunn and he shook my hand and said, "It was great working with you." Ummm, YES IT WAS! Make it WORK, Tim Gunn.
All-in-all, a VERY pleasant experience and one that I would absolutely like to make a regularity in my life, but I don't know how! Being a principal actor on a major feature film is just about the best job out there, but this was a lil' fluke and I need to make sure that everyone I know in this industry knows I've done this, takes me more seriously as a result, and hires me for more jobs. I want Tim Gunn to take me under his perfectly tailored wing. Not that he's an actor or anything, but he's pretty rad.
I'm going to have to dedicate a whole post to this at a time when I'm not deliriously tired, but I feel like all of a sudden shit is getting real in my life. Like I'm realizing that I need to start thinking about what kind of life I want to make for myself and how I'm going to do that, because if there's a time to think about these things, it really is now rather than later. You can all laugh and say I should buy a designer luggage set and a ticket to the Caribbean with the paycheck from this weekend, but I really should just throw my old duffel to the leather repairman and open a savings account for things like, but not limited to: trips to the caribbean, the wedding I may one day want to have on a beach, that Michael Kors watch I've had my eye on, erm a mortgage, a new laptop, a dog, and ummm, maybe some kids somewhere along the line...like in a million years. But yeah, we'll save that for another day, because I'm starting to sound like an adult and for some reason I feel like these conversations shouldn't happen until I'm comfortable not sleeping with a teddy bear...and Really Bear is still very much in my life. And I'm almost 24. Things that I'm NOT embarrassed about for $200, "What is 'Really Bear', thank you Alex." And today's daily double is "Do you define it, or does it define you?", ummmmmm, "What is Facebook.""Correct for today's daily double. Adria, you unfortunately do not have enough points to make it into Final Jeopardy tonight but you've played a great game, now go the fuck to bed."
PS: When life gives you Alex Trebek, make Tim Gunn.
PPS: Don't you think that's possible? Somehow? Somewhere?
PPPS: What if I'm married and have kids and my marital bed has Really Bear perched atop the pillows? Does that make me a failure? Can someone tell me how to remedy this situation before it becomes dire?
PPPPS: In case you missed that back there, Really Bear is the name of my childhood lifelong teddy bear that I got as a baby and named as a toddler because "He's really a bear! He's Really Bear." Skewed reality from the get-go, homies.
PPPPPS: I can't count the "p"s anymore, so that's how you know it's bedtime. Outie.