The day started out like any normal Saturday - Zoey woke up with an upset stomach and barfed (sorry for the queasy readers) in her kennel. So I let her out, gave her breakfast and went back to bed.
Fast forward two hours later and I roll out of the house to go to a meeting with one of my beautiful clients and one of my besties, and fellow vendors * shameless plug* Jen of Branches Floral Studio. As I anticipated, the meeting went Splendid-ly (sorry... I couldn't help myself!). From here on out, though, it went totally sideways.
I used the restroom at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf (Del Mar location) and, much to my horror, left my iPad on the shelf in the restroom. Unfortunately I didn't realize I had done this until I arrived at my next destination, Rancho Bernardo Courtyard, where I was playing an extra in a hilarious video for the 48 Hour Film Project. More on that later.
Once the preliminary moment of panic subsided I decided to locate my iPad with the Find my iPad app which (thankfully) I had thought to turn on when I purchased the iPad. If anyone has any thoughts as to NOT use this feature, think again! The app took about 20 minutes to return a result as the iPad was out of Wi-Fi range but lo and behold it came back with a location just 2 miles from where I was. What are the odds of that? Del Mar to Rancho Bernardo? Apparently the universe wanted me to have my iPad back. So I plucked up the courage, and took Jen for support, and headed out in search of my iPad which I surmised was a the Starbucks using the free Wi-Fi.
Jen and I checked indoors when we arrived at the Starbucks and there was only one patron with an iPad and it definitely wasn't mine (had the camera - I have a lowly iPad 1). We then stepped out the doors and saw it almost immediately, sitting on a table with a couple. When I say this guy was a "thug" I mean it in every sense of the word. He was HUGE! Like offensive tackle huge. He had a creepy goatee and greasy hair and was talking on his phone. His girlfriend was the same size (almost). So, knees shaking, I walked up to the table, grabbed the iPad and said "Uh, yeah, that's my iPad". I still get wobbly-kneed thinking about what could have happened but I was so angry I wasn't afraid (in that moment, of course). You know what this guy says to me? "Oh, really? Ok". Like... no battle. No defense. He totally knew he'd been busted. He then tells me that the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf refused to take it from them when they tried to turn it in. Yeah frickin' right! I called the CBTL to see if anyone had turned it in and the lovely girl on the phone was so upset for me. She said she'd keep an eye out and promised to call me if anyone tried to turn it in. So... gansta thug who thinks you're bad ass - if you're stupid enough to steal an iPad from someone, at least do your homework to know that is has tracking on it. Let's just say Karma's a bitch and she's a comin' for ya!
I'd like to take a moment here to thank John and Jessica Gillon who so generously helped me find the Starbucks I was looking for and gave me the courage to go find it. You two rock!
Ok, so I finally get back to the RB Courtyard, triumphantly with iPad in hand, and am about to have folks start signing the waiver release form for the movie when I see a face I recognize, but I don't know why I recognize it. He hears me tell this whole story about the iPad and is quite impressed - wants me to share the story on Facebook. Then Jessica says "This is DSC Dave". My jaw almost hit the floor. (sidebar: for those of you who don't know who Dave Rikards is because you don't listen to the DSC - change your radio station. They ROCK!)
Ok, back on track: I've been trying to connect with Dave for a while to promote Wish Upon a Wedding. My day, if already not unbelievable enough, has just taken a wonderful turn for the better. Sadly, before I have a chance to talk to him (like he needs another annoying fan asking things from him) he walks away. But! I've made the initial contact which is super cool. THEN - my luck turns again! Since I'm the one in charge of the waivers I have to meet with him again to get him to sign it. So just before he leaves set for the day I corner him (super nice-like, of course!) and have him sign the waiver. While he's doing this I have his ear and chat with him about WUW. He says he's totally interested and I should call his producer, Emily, to talk about it. I'm floored - he says to mention the conversation and get her to schedule something. Then he says "Oh, and email me too so I remember today". I'm in heaven at the opportunity to promote this amazing organization. And then it happens. He says "Like, do you want to come on to the show to talk about it with me?". I'm all like "Yeah, that would be great" (trying to be cool, right?). And then he's like "Ok, awesome. That would be best". O.M.G. Best. Day. Ever!
Thank you, AGAIN, to Jessica and John for making the introduction to Dave. I couldn't have done it without you.
Ok, and then if you think the day can't get any crazier it does. Because now we get to film the "Riot Scene" in the short film, which was the impetus of excitement for this afternoon in the first place. Jen and I get to jump into a fountain and beat each other to a pulp. Not for real, of course, but c'mon, how often do you get to participate in a film AND jump into a fountain?! It totally rocked. I don't want to give away any more of the film since you should just see it yourself (it's going to be hilarious) but stay tuned for when it's posted online. I'll definitely have it posted here.
It's been a wild day and I'm excited about a relaxing night. My pizza has just arrived and the bottle of wine is about to be opened. I hope you enjoyed the re-cap of today's journey. And seriously... this ALL happened! Here's a few photos as proof!
Apparently I was feeling a bit "OG" after showing a thug what I'm made of. I don't know what that hand sign means but it felt right in the moment.
Uh, mascara police... Albeit not too shabby for two women who just rolled out of a fountain!
Ryan sportin' a sexy purple fringe number!
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