Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
Since it’s summer here, and approximately 1000 degrees, most
of our races and whatnot have ended for the season. Although we have a few short trips coming up
in the future, not much is happening right now.
What to write for the blog, then?
Time for another trip down Memory Lane!
When Chris and I first moved to Arizona in January 2004, we
were flat broke. I had just graduated
from the University of North Florida with my Master’s degree, Chris had just
finished his enlistment with the Navy, and both of us were completely
jobless. For the first month or so, we
lived mainly off gift cards and money from our wedding, held just a few months
before we headed west. Because of this,
we spent our time finding all of the free things to do in Phoenix, mainly
checking out books from the library and hiking on South Mountain. As I recall, we also stayed up late each
night and watched a lot of Blind Date,
because Fox was one of the only channels that came in clearly on the television
using our rabbit ear antenna (also, because Blind
Date is hysterical).
Every day, we browsed online job sites and if we had some
pocket change on hand, we also bought a newspaper. One day, I noticed an ad in the paper for
hair models for an upcoming hair show. I
thought it would be fun to check out; I’ve never been particularly worried
about my hair, figuring whatever I do to it will eventually grow back. Perhaps we’d get cool new hair styles, or at
the very least, a free haircut, which was sorely needed by this point.
What? I could rock that.
We called the number in the ad and made an appointment for a
few days hence. On the given day, we
headed to downtown Phoenix, parking in the lot for a nondescript building. Inside, we filled out paperwork on our
physical attributes and what work we might be interested in. Eventually, we were called into an office where
a gentleman sat behind a desk. He opened
by asking about our interests.
Although we mentioned we were there for the hair show
openings noted in the newspaper, the gentleman chose to ignore this and instead
attempted to sell us a package of professional modeling pictures. As you may remember from my post last week, I
was not exactly in the best shape (physically) at this time, so this seemed
rather ludicrous. I had no idea how
surreal this was about to get…
Apparently assuming that this was the way into our hearts
(and wallets), the gentleman started discussing future modeling gigs he could
secure for us. Given Chris’ height, the
gentleman mentioned he could probably do “runway work” or even – wait for it! –
be in the movies or on television! I
distinctly remember him discussing a show he was currently casting where Chris
could have been one of a number of young men being chased and even killed by a
serial killer who just happened to also be a clown (because of course).
Stunned silent by this knowledge as we were, the gentleman
then turned his gaze upon me and promptly declared me dark enough to pass for
Italian. He foresaw a role for me –
potentially, many roles, actually – as a mobster’s daughter (as I recall, The Sopranos was pretty big at this
time) in a television or movie drama.
Seeing that he had our rapt attention, he went on to list the different
movies and shows he’d recently cast for, including The Lord of the Rings. That’s
right folks – I could have been the 3rd Italian hobbit from the
right in the battle of Helm’s Deep.
There’s me!
We promised him we’d think about the fantastic offer to pay
a crapton of money we didn’t have for professional modeling photos we didn’t
want to potentially be cast in shows/movies that didn’t exist, and we left his
office, marveling at the experience that just occurred.
We never did get that free haircut.
Later,
Amy
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