My Nashville weekend was filled with lights, cameras and all kinds of action.
Recently, I was approached by a producer who stumbled upon my blog and thought my life (and Teddy’s too) might make for interesting reality TV. So we explored that idea further this weekend by filming footage for a sizzle reel (could it be called anything more appropriate for me?).
Although I had the time of my life, I’m still in the depths of recuperation from…
The copious amounts of cocktails (in every scene),
My incessant talking (pretty sure I made the camera dude’s ears bleed),
Trying to keep the lipstick off my teeth (damn Dracula chompers),
Four hours of continuous zip lining (I need a new crotch),
Mascot manhandling (yep, you read that right),
Shopping in six inch stilettos for hours (anyone wanna rub my feet?),
And filming back-to-back 12 hour days, which caused us to take not-so-flattering selfies when it was a wrap.
As you can tell by the look in Ted’s eyes, he’s wondering why can’t all weekends be just like this one…