I took this job that I was pretty reluctant about. It's a private event, one-night only, in which I'll be recreating my Dick Martin impression, only this time with a different Dan. (Dan had a conflict.)
The event is a party at the home of a local gazillionaire, and that's what I wasn't so sure about. That I wanted to be the "hired help" on display for a thousand (literally, 1,000) well-heeled guests.
I don't resent or envy the filthy rich. That was a never a goal of mine, or else I certainly wouldn't have gone into PR, much less acting. I made certain choices a long time ago, and other choices more recently (to give acting a try instead of going back to the world of full-time office work). And I don't regret them at all.
Nevertheless, it's not a good time for me to be reminded, quite so vividly, of the consequences of those choices. I like my consequences abstract, thank you very much.
But I'll be working with some people I know and like. And, in fact, joining us actors in the show will be some friends and family members of the host, so maybe it won't be quite so much a thing where we're completely isolated in a little pen around by the service entrance. Which, for the most part, we surely will be. But I don't know, something about that "in it together" concept makes it sting a little less.
Should be an interesting night. In the meantime, I'm trying to re-summon my inner Dick.
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