I sometimes get invited to some interesting things, but when the timing works out, I figure what the heck, let’s go for it.
So, I went to a reception for a screening of a movie (which ironically I wasn’t invited to).
And there was this huge bowl of guacamole. How many avocados are even in that?
And I noticed that I was the token white girl at the event. But, if I hadn’t noticed, Marlon Wayans did and called me on it. He was all “oh, a white girl has a question.” And I did. And he answered. (I asked about getting together with his family…I’m sure it would be a hoot to be a fly on the wall!)
And then I was trying to get a picture with him (along with a few million other people, okay, more like 30 but they were crazy) and some dude pushed past me, got his picture and then handed Mr. Wayans a CD “listen to it on your way home, bro….it’s me…that’s good stuff.” I guess that works for people. Whatever. No respect for a dude that pushes a patiently waiting woman. You wait your turn, dude.
And then I got my picture with Marlon Wayans (who apparently was either a) smiled out or b) doesn’t smile for pictures) because that’s what you do when you go to a reception for an actor’s new movie that you haven’t had a chance to see.
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