Don’t punch the bear.
Now, on with the post. Yesterday, I had a twelve hour shooting day for my CiCi’s Pizza commercial. The spot starts airing on April 16th, and since there is a CiCi’s in North Hollywood, there is a possibility that it will show here. But if you’re in the southern states, look for my mug on your set in just a few weeks.
But how will we know it’s you, Heather? That’s a pretty good question. Well, here’s me as me, and then me as my mom.
I will be appearing as my mom in the commercial. The outfit they chose is actually the least motherly of the stuff they put me in; at one point I looked like a dying 7th grade English teacher. I wish I had a photo of that costume.
Hmm. I want to do a series of photos called Lost Sister where I dress in different clothing, and wear wigs.
The shoot itself was straightforward and fun. I ate a bunch of cinnamon rolls for a take that may not appear in the finished ad, and otherwise did my best to look generally weird at the salad bar. I hope it’s funny, and I hope I get to see a copy. And I hope it airs a lot. Then I’ll make some money.
After the shoot, I ran around Austin with Hallie, a new friend! We drank at a Library, and then ate at The Iron Cactus (which was the first place I used a fake ID back in 1999 at the Big Stinkin’ Comedy festival). After that, we hopped over to a dueling piano bar full of old people. Inspired, we sang at a karaoke bar … and took a taxi with the creepiest driver in Texas. He was Palestinian and wanted a threesome.
I got on the airplane at three am, so I’m a little out of sorts. I’ll write more about the whole adventure if I feel like it after a nap.