So bizarre.
So I went to TRL today - which was just as fucking ridiculous, plastic, and strange as I'd hoped. Before the taping, when they've seated everyone (and yes, they do it very strategically) they play dance club mix music and encourage you to dance. Not many people because apparently they're cool with being on national television and screaming and looking like an idiot, but dancing is out of the question. At the prompting of some girls next to me, I got up and said "Yo, who wants to ballroom dance?" There were no takers, except for this girl who I think was an intern or something - she works for the show but it was never very clear what her job actually was. We hip-hop ballroom danced a little bit, then the music stopped, so I went back to my seat.
Shortly thereafter the casting director approaches me and asks me if I'm busy tomorrow. Well... I have this work thing, but I could probably skip it (nothing's getting done tomorrow anyways, since it's the day before the fourth.) They're doing some kind of ass-shaking thing (apparently a few guys are going to indulge in some ass-shakery and one lucky girl gets to choose a winner) and she would love it if I were to come back tomorrow and do some ass-shaking. I explain that I can probably do it, but I need to make sure I don't have to be at Spin. She gives me her e-mail address and cell phone number and tells me to let her know.
So yeah.
Tune in the 5th to see me be overly excited and confused on national television.
Tune in the 4th, to their (pre-taped) fourth of july cook-out special to see me shake my ass on national television.
New York, you're a fucking crazy city.
Shortly thereafter the casting director approaches me and asks me if I'm busy tomorrow. Well... I have this work thing, but I could probably skip it (nothing's getting done tomorrow anyways, since it's the day before the fourth.) They're doing some kind of ass-shaking thing (apparently a few guys are going to indulge in some ass-shakery and one lucky girl gets to choose a winner) and she would love it if I were to come back tomorrow and do some ass-shaking. I explain that I can probably do it, but I need to make sure I don't have to be at Spin. She gives me her e-mail address and cell phone number and tells me to let her know.
So yeah.
Tune in the 5th to see me be overly excited and confused on national television.
Tune in the 4th, to their (pre-taped) fourth of july cook-out special to see me shake my ass on national television.
New York, you're a fucking crazy city.