Im Ready For My Close Up... Or Am I?

In the last two days I had the privilege and pleasure of working on a reality show (as a cast member) - all the details I cannot go into- mostly cause I'm bound by what looked like a short novel of contracts that spell out- word for word- that I cannot even piss on the sidewalk about the outcome or game day strategy. But, it was a pleasure.

I will say that after all this is said and done- I have a funny feeling that things will change a little bit in my life. Worst case scenario- I end up a sound bite on Talk Soup - which wouldn't be bad- considering that I will do anything to be in the same room with Joel McHale.

What's more exciting about this whole experience is that I got the opportunity to work on "that side" of LALA Land- Not bad for only living in Hollywood for 6 months. That is what everyone is here to do after all.

Now- to be completely honest- I have never had any dreams or expectations about being an actor or living the Hollywood life. BUT- who wouldn't want to be a celebrity- or someone you can Google- and have more than your Facebook show up on that list. So yeah- I had a bit of a Twinkle in my eye.

I have to say that after the whole thing was said and done- I was exhausted. I don't understand how actors- or celebrities do it. Walking away from the day- I had this weird perception of what was actually reality- and what was sort of a "forced concept-based loosely on real life"- it was a weird car crash of perceptions. No wonder Britney doesn't know fat from thin and Jessica doesn't know Tuna from chicken. To be fair its also why Tome Cruise doesn't know gay from straight and Bill Clinton didn't know Monica from Hillary. There is complete disconnect from actual reality that eventually occurs. Well- for Bill it could have been allot more... I'm just saying.

Maybe I'm thinking about this too much. But - none the less- there I was replaying every moment of my "on camera" time and wondering- how - just how this is all going to play out when it inevitably airs next year. Yeah... next January 2010.

Until then, I hope that I can battle the demon "1o pounds" that the camera will eventually put on and hope that I don't (or they don't) create something out of nothing.... that I said or, didn't say... you get where I'm going with this.

The anticipation will kill me. I hope that my friends will still be my friends after all is said and done. Until then, I will secretly live the next 3 months incognito as this the boy next door. However, I will slowly and sure begin to audit all my Facebook friends, public photos and slim back on any one nights stands- you know, for my image.

I kid, I kid.