When Can I Take My Spanks Off?

Our friend Jennie was invited to be on a show about blogging on BYUTV. They flew her out from Austin, gave her a rental car, a hotel room, and a per diem. As part of her segment, they wanted to have her meet one of her blogging friends IRL. She chose me, which was nice. Even though I feel like I've already met her. So last night I went to the LDS Motion Picture Studio to be in a really short segment where I "meet Jennie."

The evening started as I found my way from the parking lot to the studio and a truck drove by and splashed a big mud puddle into my face. I thought I would be working with students from KBYU who were practicing with a pretend show. I asked my "producer" what her major was and she told me she wasn't a student, she was a professional. I guess it was rude of me. Then again, I was there and not at home eating beef stroganoff and wearing pajamas so I feel that she should give me the benefit of the doubt.

I was immediately sequestered so Jennie wouldn't see me. Maybe you think I'm being really modest and down-playing something that was extremely glamorous and enviable. I sat in the break room alone for an hour.

It was decked out in sweet mid-century modern toaster ovens.
Someone has a crush on Edward!There were professional bloggers there to be interviewed for the show. I could hear them cavorting with Jennie. Later I met them briefly: Kadi, Mindy, and Daphne.

Eventually someone came to put a microphone on me and give me an earbud. They re-use the ear buds, by the way. The sound guy didn't really respect my modesty. I was embarrassed because I was wearing my Spanks, which are flesh-colored and come with bra-spenders. I did not want to expose them to the professional producer. But I think she saw. I didn't care about the sound guy because he was fat. (I mean, surely he wouldn't judge me for wearing Spanks.)

Then I waited on a couch by a little Moroni statue for a while. Next to the little Moroni statue were even littler ant traps.

The producer gave me a card for free dinner at Cafe Rio as payment for my time. Cafe Rio is a thrill and I appreciate it. Remember when I was talking about how you might think I'm minimizing my role in all of this and playing it down to sound humble about my TV appearance?

Jennie: flight, hotel, gift basket, rental car, per diem.
Kacy: Cafe Rio gift card, lonely break room, ant traps, mud puddle.

Things picked up after I met Jennie. When I came out I said, "Jennie, I am real." I don't remember anything else. It was short. The other bloggers were interviewed individually about blogging professionally. I noticed that the teleprompter said this:
I guess it is common to abbreviate on teleprompters because it said "everybody" instead of "everybody except Kacy." So when everybody [except me] went back on TV I sat alone in the make-up room for a while and then I thought, "Oh. I guess I can go home now." So I did. Later I got dessert with Jennie. It was probably the most glamorous part of the night [for me] [but not for her].

Before everyone [except me] went back out to the couch Jennie and I got to hang out a little.

My second favorite thing about that night was when Jennie got me a Diet Coke out of the cooler. (My first favorite thing is that gray wig in the background.) I learned something about myself that night at the LDS Motion Picture Studios.I learned that I like to boss Jennie.
What can I say? It was quite a night.