Unfortunately I can't loiter in bed til noon on a regular basis. Today I was up at the crack of 8am! I went to bed just after 11pm so I still managed a good 9 hours of superfine sleep. Once I was showered and smelling good I built a damn fine latte, poured it into my travel mug and hit the streets with Jack for an invigorating morning stroll.
You see, Gary Coleman was waiting for me.
Yep, Arnold from that iconic '80s sitcom Different Strokes. Just don't bring that up in his presence; apparently it's a bit of a sore spot--even after almost 1/4 century.
Gary flew in from Salt Lake City, his current place of residence, last night to be on set this morning for a New York Fries campaign. I'm the guy they called in to stuff the box with fries.
I didn't have to buy the potatoes. Or cut them. Or even fry them. Just arrange them attractively in a NYF container. For a food stylist this is a plum job.
Sometimes I wonder how I ever happened into this life of mine? It's a little random and a little inconsistent but a helluva good time.
And because my French fry arranging skills are pretty stellar I sat back and watched the drama unfold over wardrobe (way too big), his wig (also a little large) and a makeup artist who had to keep doing touch-ups because Mr. Coleman's nose was a little runny.
I wish all my days were this excitingly uneventful. But I'm beat, it's time for a nap.
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Keep your eyes peeled for the ads which will be out later this spring. It's all part of NYF's 25th anniversary.
"After 25 years, some things are still fresh."
Dude that is so cool. I love it. Who would of thunk all those years ago when you were just a wee little Ryan. Watching different strokes in your plaid bell bottoms. That one day you would be setting up a shoot for Gary Coleman...I can't resist it..."What ch'you talkin about Willis!".
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