Bow Wow Wow, Yummie Pops, Pass the Mustard

One of the best things about my profession is that I occasionally find myself in unique and notable situations that most other people could never anticipate.

Today, Snoop Dogg's father cooked us lunch, just because he felt like it.

He's a rapid talking, street educated, Vietnam vet that knows a little bit about everything and has a story about everyone. Like the Dos Equis commercial, he might be the most interesting man alive.

We had barbequed chicken wings, beer boiled bratwurst and potato salad and it was dee-fucking-licious.

This would not happen were I an accountant.


Rusty said...

God, I hate that commercial. But good story, nonetheless.

Dwight's Writing Manifesto said...

Almost worth freezing your ass off on a set at four a.m. while the talent is still asleep in their trailer, huh?

You know what I remember from my days gripping? No chairs. I remember standing for 12 hours straight because actual "chairs" symbolized importance on a set. Grips weren't important.

And nobody wanted a lazy grip. So grips stand.

Wrong profession for a guy with flat feet.

Jod{i} said...

Well you might have, ya never know.
But an incredible memory to tuck away!