Today I sat in a casting office in a tankini, with about 20 other girls, coming and going, dressed similarly.
Only, we all had on various other pieces of clothing to keep us warm. One girl wrapped her scarf around her butt, twice. Another wore a pashmina like a bath towel. I sat on my coat, draped my shirt over my legs and wore my big chunky sweater, until it was time to walk in.
I took two steps into the room and the casting director said:
What happened to you?
-What do you mean?
(She looked at my leg)
-Oh, I broke my foot, but I'm fine, it was 8 weeks ago
Oh good, because, right after I asked that, I was like: what if she has a disability?
So we talked about the foot, and I hoped she didn't note that I wasn't a smooth walker. I thought I could fool people by walking slowly and carefully. Nope, still limping. Though, I don't think the photographer noticed at Wednesday's go-see.
And then I had to do a full-body slate. Feels good after sitting on my bum for the past 8 weeks and eating a lot of mint brownies and cupcakes and toblerone and peppermint junior mints and craisinets (I call them craisinets, but really it's CRANBERRY raisinets) and...
And after that humiliation, I went into the frigid air, home to my children, but not before stopping at the local grocery store for a marshmallow-frosted devils food Entemann's cake.