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So Does This Mean I’m A *MODEL* Now?

Life is hilarious…

-I have a job at a club on weekends. It’s a lot of fun. I work with some great people, and when we’re not busy running around like frantic little monkeys, we have some good times goofing around.

-There is a roving photographer who attends all the events at the club and takes pictures to put up on the various promoters’ web sites. People love it, because everyone loves looking at pictures of themselves. Especially when they’re on the internet. Maybe it makes them feel famous. Go figure.

-A couple months ago, I was closing up with a couple of the bar tenders at the club on a Sunday night. The photographer was hanging out too, and we were all goofing around while we attacked our various closing tasks… The club had long since cleared out, so it was pretty much just us and a couple security guards left at the bar. The photo guy had space left in the memory card of his digital camera, and started taking pics of us as we shut the place down. He asked three of us to get together and pose for a picture.

-Given the jackass mood we were all in after a night of dealing with club mischief, we all decided to turn around and moon the camera. No serious shots for us. No way. We’re WAY to tongue-in-cheek for that…

-We knew none of the post-closing shots would end up on the web site, because that’s not the point of the photos anyway. So we weren’t worried about being “exposed” as the smart asses that we are. We laughed amongst ourselves about the “surprise” that the poor webmaster would have to delete, and went on with our work. The web master would put up only the best photos of the club patrons just like he does every week, and that would be the end of it…

-Or so we thought.

-I get to work a couple weeks ago, and the bar tenders are cracking up laughing. They hand me a flyer advertising the 5-Year Anniversary party for Club London, the 80s/indie night which is the regular Sunday night event at the club. I didn’t see what was funny. It was just an oversized glossy post card with some photos of 80s bands and a collage on the other side.

-Then I saw my own ass. Clear as day. Right hand side of the collage.

-Indeed, our “shoot the moon” photo had been omitted from the promoter’s web site selections, but had found its way onto the THOUSANDS of flyers they had printed up to advertise their big anniversary bash. Awesome. These flyers are now ALL OVER the city of Los Angeles.

-The Anniversary party was last Sunday night. Two days nights ago. So again, I figured I was done with it. Ha ha. Move on. Right?

-Nope. I got recognized.

-I get online today, and my friend Ashley sends me an Instant Message… “Do you ever go to Club London? I’ve got handed a flyer with your butt on it.” Apparently my visible tattoo is a dead giveaway in the photo. But it wasn’t even Ashley who recognized my ass. It was one of her FRIENDS!

-So I figure I have to come clean with this. Publicly own up, and just tell the story so we can ALL laugh about it. I’d hate to hog the comedy… Besides… We all know that naked humor is the funniest sort. Have at ’em…

The Anniversary Flyer

Just an innocent collage…

How did THAT get in there???

Love and famous cheeks,

April 19, 2005 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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