At some point, probably while dancing on the table, I laughed at myself, wondering, what the...?
We ended up being extras in some low budget movie spoof this mc cat co-wrote. Arash got a call to roll through and check out some project being filmed before the performance that night. I'm chilling, watching, but then...
They needed more heads for a backstage party scene. I obliged, sipping my prop (malibu and coke), chit chatting, and grooving on cue. Random. At some point, I see Arash's silhoette harlem shaking. Later, I notice the coffee table groaning under the weight of a half dozen females booty shaking up on it.
Part of me wonders if perhaps I should make more of an effort to dress cute and wear make-up to be prepared for such things. Naw. But fun times.