tsmandy
11-13-2007, 07:39 PM
So I don't know how well this story will translate to the web, but it makes me giggle, and I think folks here can appreciate it.
On Thursday night after several days of shooting, and finishing up a hardcore scene, I drove from LA to Vegas with my friend Eve. After a week solid of driving and shooting and very little sleep I was a bit delirious. I pulled into the Orleans hotel (thanks for the advice, if you read this) rented a room, and Eve and I headed towards the elevator. In front of us was a rowdy group of dykes and the security guard asked to see their room key before letting them use the elevators. They flashed their key, and stumbled off in a loud drunken mass. Then he asked to see my key. I pulled it out of my pocket, flashed it to him, then walked to the elevator with my suitcase. Next Eve showed her key.
She came walking up to me with an incredulous look on her face.
"What the hell did you just show that security guard?"
I looked down in my hand, and instead of a room key was a glossy Buddy Wood business card with a beautiful photo of tranny cock and balls.
I just about died laughing right then and there.
And that pretty much sums up the mental state I was in. I drove 3,000 miles shot for 2 websites and a dvd , stayed in 3 hotels and helped 3 different friends through breakups. What a crazy week in California and Nevada.
On Thursday night after several days of shooting, and finishing up a hardcore scene, I drove from LA to Vegas with my friend Eve. After a week solid of driving and shooting and very little sleep I was a bit delirious. I pulled into the Orleans hotel (thanks for the advice, if you read this) rented a room, and Eve and I headed towards the elevator. In front of us was a rowdy group of dykes and the security guard asked to see their room key before letting them use the elevators. They flashed their key, and stumbled off in a loud drunken mass. Then he asked to see my key. I pulled it out of my pocket, flashed it to him, then walked to the elevator with my suitcase. Next Eve showed her key.
She came walking up to me with an incredulous look on her face.
"What the hell did you just show that security guard?"
I looked down in my hand, and instead of a room key was a glossy Buddy Wood business card with a beautiful photo of tranny cock and balls.
I just about died laughing right then and there.
And that pretty much sums up the mental state I was in. I drove 3,000 miles shot for 2 websites and a dvd , stayed in 3 hotels and helped 3 different friends through breakups. What a crazy week in California and Nevada.