As soon as we arrived on the set (a restored firehouse - complete with a pole for Kate), we started to meet people. It was hard to keep them all straight – both because I am a moron and also because I had gotten no sleep the night before. Here’s a quick list:
- The nice PR lady who’d invited us (LOVE HER and tiny, blonde cuteness),
- The dude from the ad agency (who showed me pictures of his dog on his phone which of course made me like him instantly)
- The director of the videos (who I managed to offend within 60 seconds of meeting him because I made the observation that the last four letters of his name were D-I-C-K)*
- A really nice young man who worked there in some capacity that I don’t understand (who showed me how to connect my iPad to their internet and also offered to help me in any way I needed and I almost asked him if he could periodically remind me not to say anything to anyone but that would’ve been weird).
- The lady from The Brand (who seemed very nice but I couldn't tell whether she was amused by us or slightly disappointed).
- The producer of the videos (extremely professional and please note the lack of sarcastic quotation marks here).**
- The actors (all of them awesome, talented and friendly).
- Various other professionals (also lovely folks and very nice to us).
**She was a slightly terrifying platinum-pixie’d type person with a neck tattoo that Kate swears is of a pizza. I was like ,“Shut your whore mouth – a pizza?” But then I looked at it closer and Kate was right - it really did look just like a pizza.
Most of these people were cool. And by cool, I don’t mean not warm. I mean hipster. Like maybe they weren’t cool in high school, but they are totally bad ass now. They were certainly the coolest collection of adults I have ever seen in one place. Not that that means anything given that the last adult-type gathering I attended was a discussion about whether or not our church should have a compost pile.
These people were attractive. They smoked. They cursed fluently without glancing around to see if small children were listening. Everything they said was clever and funny. They wore clothes that they probably bought someplace that you can’t also buy diapers – so pretty much NOT at Target. If any of them were approaching fashion trainwreck status (the place where I live), it was either because they had just put on a costume or because they were being ironic. They laughed and were friendly and wore interesting shoes and where do you even buy a pair of glasses that looks like that?
It is not an exaggeration to say that I am not cool. Not even a little. I am a fat housewife from the suburbs who managed to trick a PR person into thinking that she was a “professional” blogger. And here’s where the smugness downfall hit me like a face slap with a sandwich. Every single person I met (with the exception of the nice PR lady) was like “Oh hi! You’re one of the bloggers! Nice to meet you!” And then there silently followed their internal monologue -that went something like this (in the nicest possible way): Who is this woman and what is she doing here?
And of course, my internal monologue responded with: F*ck if I know. I should be at home cleaning the toddler potty right now.
Maybe it’s because they didn’t get the whole mommy-blog thing. Or they got it and were like – Really? A mommy-blogger? Don’t they make those by the thousand in China now? Couldn’t you at least get a good one? Was Jenny Lawson not available? But they tried to cover it up with good manners. Or maybe because this whole being a professional in the entertainment business was their real job and they were unaccustomed to random women in Pajama Jeans crashing their video shoots. Or maybe I’m just socially awkward.
In any case, whatever I was anticipating - that wasn’t it. If I had begged and pleaded and offered up a kidney to be allowed to watch everything (which for the record, I absolutely would have done), I would’ve expected the overwhelming sense that no one had any idea what we were there for. But we had been asked to come – whisked away from our real lives to participate in this venture. So we got there, and immediately got sort of confused as to our purpose. Mostly, because everyone else seemed affably confused by the same thing. I mean, we had a general idea of why were there:
- Watch filming of funny videos
- Interview actors as their mom characters
- Write posts for our blog and The Huffington Post about the experience
- Have fun while also reveling in the fact that for 24 hours I was far, far away from all my responsibilities.
- Try to look like I was not a total fish out of water.
Meanwhile, stupid Kate looked just like all of them with her tiny ass and her white pants and her hair that had been brushed. Also, she had to spend a lot of time on the phone when we first got there because something from her real job needed her attention. So I got to be everyone’s first impression of Mommyland.
And of course, I’m an idiot, so that was probably no bueno. Then the filming started.
Part one of the epic odyssey is right here. Part three is tomorrow.
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