What was I thinking? Vol. 13
I'm hungry.
I've always been proud of my hapabukbukness. It wasn't until I heard Cher's "Half Breed" that I knew how to express it through song. Thus begins a story with an ending you can probably predict. Sort of.
When I was young and carefree (read: unemployed) I traveled out west to hollywood to pursue my movie star dreams (read: hopefully come upon a movie being shot and somehow appear in the background of the final cut). I decided to attend a taping of a TV show (read: hopefully be recognized for my innate acting ability and be asked to step in when the lead "turned her ankle") because I thought it would be fun. It began at 11am and I had eaten a banana for breakfast.
About 3 hours into it, I became hungry.
About 6 hours into it, I became ravenous.
By 8 hours?
The warm up guy, knowing his audience was starving and cranky, promised it would only be a little longer and offered a trade. Chocolate for a song. It was an obvious win win situation. My hand shot up and I regaled the entire crowd (actors included so I like to pretend) with my rendition of "Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves". (I couldn't remember all the words to Half Breed in my weakened state. Gimme a break.) I don't even like chocolate that much.
However, if I ever get to sing about being a Hapa while donned in a headdress and idly sitting atop a horse, I will die a happy girl.
Funny thing is, I'm not kidding.
I've always been proud of my hapabukbukness. It wasn't until I heard Cher's "Half Breed" that I knew how to express it through song. Thus begins a story with an ending you can probably predict. Sort of.
When I was young and carefree (read: unemployed) I traveled out west to hollywood to pursue my movie star dreams (read: hopefully come upon a movie being shot and somehow appear in the background of the final cut). I decided to attend a taping of a TV show (read: hopefully be recognized for my innate acting ability and be asked to step in when the lead "turned her ankle") because I thought it would be fun. It began at 11am and I had eaten a banana for breakfast.
About 3 hours into it, I became hungry.
About 6 hours into it, I became ravenous.
By 8 hours?
The warm up guy, knowing his audience was starving and cranky, promised it would only be a little longer and offered a trade. Chocolate for a song. It was an obvious win win situation. My hand shot up and I regaled the entire crowd (actors included so I like to pretend) with my rendition of "Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves". (I couldn't remember all the words to Half Breed in my weakened state. Gimme a break.) I don't even like chocolate that much.
However, if I ever get to sing about being a Hapa while donned in a headdress and idly sitting atop a horse, I will die a happy girl.
Funny thing is, I'm not kidding.
posted by hapabukbuk at
12:18 PM
7 Comments:
You don't ordinarily wear a headdress?
By
Moderator, At
5:54 PM
OH MY GOD! We were discussing this song just this weekend! I love you!
By
lulu, At
11:34 PM
grant- i do, just not atop a horse.
lulu- how cher can bring cool people together! ;)
By
hapabukbuk, At
8:07 PM
If memory serves, you were gainfully employed RIGHT before that trip to LALA land...weren't you? - bosslady aka snix
PS: where's the video of you singin in the pink wig for your 'rents anniversary party???
By
Anonymous, At
1:55 PM
Anything for chocolate. Tramp.
By
Dale, At
4:20 PM
Another heartwarming tale from Hollywood.
By
Coaster Punchman, At
5:10 PM
snix- months before. the pink wig cher impression is only on vhs, alas.
dale- imagine what i would have done for cookies?
cp- heartwarming tale yes, though i was wearing pants. seems you can't be wearing them for it to be a true hollywood story nowadays.
By
hapabukbuk, At
8:28 PM
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