Monday, September 26, 2011
We're So Professional It's Not Even F*cking Funny
But this time it was different. This was a nice lady who works for a big PR company. And her client makes a product called Totino’s Pizza Stuffers. And her client was about to start filming a series of videos with Second City Communications. Funny ones. Like really, really ridiculously over the top, whuck are they even talking about funny internet videos.
We knew what they were talking about because we’re both huge fans of the Sassy Gay Friend videos. And they had partnered with a company who makes this stuff that you put in your water bottle and then the company sponsored a series of slightly less funny but still awesome videos where the Sassy Gay Friend does his thing and talks about the water bottle thingee.
So the Totino’s Pizza Stuffers people were working with these actors to create a series of videos about moms. The comedians would develop mom characters who would be auditioning to be in a Totino’s commercial. And the videos would be of the pretend casting sessions.
Didn’t that sound awesome? And did we want to fly out to Chicago to watch the filming and interview all the actors? And could we come next week? AND THEY WOULD PAY FOR OUR TICKETS & HOTEL & WE COULD STILL WRITE WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANTED.
What?! Was this even real? Was this actually happening to us? I called the nice lady. She seemed serious about it. I asked her on several occasions if we were being punked or if we would land in Chicago only to find out that she was actually an old Russian man with candy in his pants. But no. She started emailing us stuff like itineraries and hotel confirmation numbers and tickets to go see a performance at Second City.
THIS WAS REALLY HAPPENING.
Keep several things in mind. I am a HUGE fan of Second City and their history of face-meltingly amazing comedy awesomeness. Their alumni include pretty much everyone really, really funny and innovative in the history of ever. Also keep in mind that the last time I spent the night away from my kids, I was in the hospital giving birth to the littlest one – who is now almost three. Prior to that, my excursions away from my kids included hawt, hawt, hawt excitement like funerals and trips to the hospice. I’m not kidding.
So this was a huge deal. Plus, it was this bizzare and really meaningful validation that we were professional bloggers. Because a big company – that I had actually heard of before – was flying us to Chicago to write about their new ad campaign.
Let me be very clear about something, if you’re under the impression that we’re (a) good at blogging (b) understand how the internet works (c) making money from this or (d) have any idea what we’re doing - then you’re totally wrong. We’re a couple of idiots who two years ago had never even read a blog. And then we started one and did everything wrong. Ask us how we got here and we’ll just be like “I dunno. What day is it? Is there coffee?”
So this was a big deal. It was like we had arrived. We were big girl bloggers. I should know this by now, but whenever I start to feel smug - that’s usually right before a brick drops on my head. But did I remember that? I did not. I was too busy telling everyone I have ever met that I was going to Chicago for work. I justified saying it was “for work” because I have been a stay at home for several years now and that doesn’t pay anything either.
The day finally came. It was going to be action-packed as the whole trip was going to take 28 hours total, because neither of us wanted to be away from home for too long and also because they would only pay for one night. Pretty much the same thing. Kate picked me up for the airport at 4:15 am. Her hair was done and she had make-up on. I was wearing Pajama Jeans and was barely able to form sentences.
That’s just us in a nutsack, isn’t it?
After an uneventful flight and a very long cab ride, we arrived at the location where the videos would be filmed. It was called Firehouse Studios and it was awesome. A very old, beautifully restored firehouse with a tin ceiling that was so pretty you couldn’t stand it. I looked around, smiled and said to Kate with warmth and happiness brimming in my voice: “Good news, hooker - there’s a pole.”
We had arrived.
--Stay tuned for part two tomorrow--
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