Maybe I don't hate models

I did a fun photo shoot yesterday morning. It was sort of a barter arrangement -- he gets to beef up his portfolio and we get free shots to use in our own marketing. My agent recommended I do it with an eye toward putting together a comp card for me, which is what models use to demonstrate a variety of looks, as opposed to the single headshot most actors use.

Sunday morning at 9:30 wasn't ideal. Saturday afternoon/evening was a 9-hour marathon of eating and drinking, from Kuma's Corner in Avondale over to Mayfest in Lincoln Square, then on to Konaks in Andersonville for a friend's birthday celebration, all resulting in maybe four hours of sleep. Normally I'd take it easy the night before something like this. But I didn't want to call off my plans and, hey, I was doing it for free.

Miraculously, I wasn't bloated, baggy-eyed, sunburned or overly exhausted, so hopefully I'll get some shots I can use. They seemed cool from what I saw on the camera screen. Sort of artsy and dramatic, with all these cool architectural and building elements in the background.

Anyway, it was me and these four tall, pretty models from Ford, and they were talking about how all these bars and clubs give discounts and specials to models who show up with their comp cards. They want to make sure their places are fully stocked with pretty people. Who knew there was this whole other underground economy going on?

It's like the Seinfeld episode where George is "let into the club." Or the SNL sketch where Eddie Murphy makes himself up as a white man and finds he gets all this special treatment -- stores turn away his money, giving him stuff for free, etc.

So it may just be worthwhile getting this comp card ...