Cinerant

What a mom

I have a friend that just breezed into Los Angeles for one day yesterday because she got a last minute call to be on a talk show.  She hurriedly was flown out here and I was lucky enough to be able to spend the day with her.  I met her at her hotel and got to ride with her in the limo to the studio where the show taped.  She was excited and clearly having a great time.  We got to the studio, a member of the production team escorted us to our green room where she would be able to wait.  However, because they were taping two shows back to back, the guests from the first show were still hanging around and they had to kick them out of the green room.  They quickly disposed of the trash that was still lying around and went to go refresh the food.  As we got settled, my friend looked around and decided that the green room wasn’t clean enough.  She then asked me if I thought they’d have a vacuum cleaner available.  I tried to explain to her that if she asked for a vacuum cleaner, she’d probably come off as some overly demanding diva—or—she’d get some little Production Assistant in trouble for not keeping the room clean.  So instead, she grabs a napkin, drops to her knees and starts digging the little potato chip crumbs out of the carpet.  A couple hours later, after she’s gone through hair, makeup, and wardrobe, she opens up the bureau and sees that there’s more crumbs in that.  Did the fact she was about to go on television in less than 30 minutes stop here?  Nope!  She got on her hands and knees and cleaned that out too.  All I could do was watch, laugh, and ask her if she had time to come to my apartment before she flew back east!

posted by cinegod @ 9:36 AM