So this is the deal i spoke of a few months ago. I was supposed to be on the Bravo show "Top Chef." I had a second call back, yet the day before one half of the production team asked me to come up with 'something' from my Past.
Errkkk. (car brakes slamming).
I went home that night thinking. Whay shall I reveal?
Gay is passe; and everyone knows all chefs are finoche's. (Italian word for fennel which also means 'gay')
I was not about to tell these eager beaver producers about my last 4 months in Rehab...they would have loved that.
Can you imagine? Everytime my face was plastered on the screen, underneath it would say "12 stepper" or "Drunk Bitch"
I would not prostitute myself for 100G.
So, I went for the secons interview at some hotel on 58th street (very cool, I might add).
I did the whole intervirew and, honestly, I was barren, but I did not think I had to be an actor. I wanted to recite recipe's.
So, blond assistant; who lived in Los Angelos yet knew nowhere I knew except for KooKooRoo was the person prompting me for fodder.
I told them I have not been in a relationship in over 8 years and that I have been through, possibly, 76 jobs.
Lookit...I'm seeing the promo's. I am so much canera ready (better looking) and talented.