"your hotel room smells like ketchup"

and yes, it did.

lo and behold work had taken me away for yet another weekend. this time i was working deep deep inside the evil heart of corporate american cosumerism, at the topsecret headquarters of "QVC". for those of you who dont know what qvc is (or what it stands for), let me tell you,

its just better that way.

my boss had told me to get a good night's sleep on friday bc our work schedule was going to be "delirium in-duncing". so - like a good assistant, i went to bed at about 4 am the night before my 6 am call time.

this is me the next day under heavy security survaillance.

and here is the big shot we were working on...


after finishing up a long day inside the topsecret headquarters i received a phone call on my mobile. now, cellular use is EXTREMELY prohibited inside headquarters, so like any good photo assistant, i went to the trashcan in the corner of the room and pretended to vomit! i bet no one saw past my foil, that i was actually making a cellular connection with my bromance buddy brad.

brad - "amadeo why are you making those awful wretching noises"
agent X -"its a must for our communication to succeed! just go with it"
brad - "stop it!"

i discovered that he and his little lady friend were interested in obtaining a drink, seeing as they were already located in the great state that said evil consumerism corporate headquarters are located within. i agreed to said meetup.

i then called him back and cancelled.

and then called him back again and re-accepted. its actually amazing we are still friends.

needless to say, there were A LOT of trips to the trashcan, in the corner of the room.

an hour later the "paris's" showed up and i welcomed them into my swank hotel room at the sheraton fancy 5 star hotel that i was housed within. i immediately asked them what they thought of my "hotel envitonment" as i was well, kinda excited about it (i like the hotel rooms).

brad's answer? "it smells like ketchup"

this was true, i have to admit. seeing as i was delirious after no sleep and working all day - i reached for what was the only answer to my quixotic despair. roomservice. further more, upon consultation from my doctor, mark taylor, the RX was indeed a hamburger. iron my boy, iron.

and hence the strong smell of ketchup.

really though, the highlight of the weekend was finding out that b and j had been married earlier in the day and i was, well, spending their honeymoon with them. i am thankful for the king size bed. i have slept under a tarp in the wilderness, with brad, (during our bromance period) and i have the kungfu style nighttime bruises to show for it.


we did what only could be done. we went to the hotel bar to celebrate.
cheers.

(it was slightly surreal to show up to work the next and have the 2nd assistant wearing a huge heinz ketchup knitted sweater, that she had apparently made herself. things like this just make me believe that life isnt real, and thats its all some messed up dream)


the dc