I think I’ve heard this one before. An Asian, an African American, a Caucasian and a Hispanic walk in to a bar lobby.
As I sat in the lobby waiting to audition yesterday with three other women, I noticed that we were each a different ethnicity. Casting usually has a good idea of what they are looking for in any particular role and often I will go to an audition and see other variations of myself. But the only thing we four had in common, was that we were all brunettes.
So what does this mean? Was casting waiting to hear back from the network on which ethnicity quota their show hadn’t reached yet? A social experiment? A coincidence? I don’t know. And perhaps neither do they. But it was just something I noticed.
This past weekend we had a get together in our home. I love this time of year and think it’s the best for cozy gatherings. We had about 50 RSVP and I knew for sure that our core group of friends would be there. They are a special group of friends because most of them are veterans.
When some people hear the word veteran, they think: Old. And when they hear VFW, they think: Bar. And if you walk in to a VFW bar, who’s there? Exactly my point.
So, if you are a vet, you must be an old guy, right? But that is far from the truth. Veteran just means served in the past. And the word applies to men AND women, old AND young. Both my Grandfathers AND my Joe are all veterans.
Words cannot express enough, all the thanks I give to my dear friends and acquaintances for their past service.
And, these dear friends, all of them living here in Los Angeles, now continue to ACT as service men and women for television, films and commercials. Their most recent, fun project: Call of Duty Black Ops which I wrote about yesterday.
I was happy and honored to have them all in my home to break bread with for an evening. It was simple and humble as I just cooked up a huge pot of my mom’s chili recipe, had plenty of snacks and drinks and Joe grilled sausages. But most importantly we were all together. I would include photos of them all, but then I’d have to kill you. Just kidding. Or am I?
Remember when I talked about how Joe is the cover of the new Call of Duty Black Ops? That ad campaign is crazy, out of control, everywhere. Seriously, I guess it’s the biggest ad campaign, for a single product, ever. If you haven’t seen his picture, you must live under a rock. Or way up in the mountains. With a long beard. And no running water.
Millions of dollars have been spent on promotion, including a launch party at the Santa Monica Airport where you could hear Metallica play live, drink from the open bar and play the game. All at the same time. Sensory overload, dude. And awesome.
I didn’t get to go. Whaaaat? I know! I wanted to, but attendees had to of worked on the project, or be military personnel, or from the band Metallica or… I will however be attending the wrap party which I’m hoping will be just as cool.
The game was released yesterday and with Joe also in the game, so you can choose him to be your guy to shoot up your opponents in the virtual world.
And have you seen their commercial “There’s A Soldier In All of Us”? Not only is this commercial cool, with added fun appearances by Kobe Bryant and Jimy Kimmel, but I’m friends with a lot of the people who worked on it so it’s extra fun for me.
We have this thing we do. It’s really simple and silly, but effective.
Me: What is today?
Joe: Today is gonna be a great day!
Because some days are more challenging or busy or full of obstacles or tough decisions than others. But if you face it all with the right mental attitude, you can handle anything.
I’m not a big Halloween person, as you can tell from my post, I didn’t have much to say. Not only did we not dress up, but we didn’t even hand out candy this year. Bah-humbug! Oh wait, that’s a different holiday. What is it if you aren’t into Halloween? Boo-Shmoobug?
But I am a big autumn person. I love this time of year. Not only because there are pumpkins everywhere, but because I like the way the sun hits this part of the earth, the colorful leaves, the extra breezes rushing in, the rustle of leaves. You get my point.
And it’s just not officially fall season until I’ve visited a pumpkin patch. Being in LA, most “pumpkin patches” are really just a deserted parking lot set up with a scarecrow, some pumpkins and a couple bins of hay. But, I wanted a whole field of pumpkins, so to get that true pumpkin patch, we had to do a bit of driving.
This year, we went to the Underwood Family Farms, about an hour out for us. And it was a good one. I would have rather gone during the week so there were less people and screaming kids, but schedules just didn’t work out for that, so we went on the weekend.
And they were selling those weird alien pumpkins! But there was no sign up saying what kind they are so I STILL DON’T KNOW what they are called!
We ate roasted corn and caramel apples, hopped on the tractor ride, unsuccessfully ran throughthe corn maze, bought fruit and veggies at the farmers market, bought the weirdest shaped gourds we could find and the best part… lounged on the gigantic pumpkins.
And thank goodness someone brought a secuirty guard too. This little chihuahua was on duty to be sure no one went out of their gourd. Yeah, I know, I shouldn’t have, but I said it.
