Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Professional Modeling, Footlongs, Custard, and the Family
Today, I had to revise my most recent PR assignment with the new head of alumni giving at the Grove. It was a typical meeting until I discovered, much to my chagrin, that my face would be gracing thousands of alumni publications. That's right! I'm the student phone-a-thon model, and I didn't call a single soul.
I can't publish the photo on here because that would be a copyright infringement, and I would lose my job. I might even get arrested. But trust me, I look perky and exactly like the kind of person you'd want to call you and beg for money.
Once I got home, my parents had a surprise for me. We (as in the whole fam damily) were going to Meadville to Ed's Footlong Hot Dogs and Hank's Frozen Custard. It isn't summer without this northward pilgrimage, and we hadn't gone yet.
I seriously recommend that everyone get to Ed's and Hank's before Labor Day. This is one of the highlights of Western Pennsylvania!
On the way home, I somehow managed to puncture a hole in my pop cup with a straw. My brother really loves me because as the Diet Coke spilled across my lap and as I yelped, "I'm a moron. A soaking moron who can't operate a cup and a straw," Andrew took the cup and pushed it on his leg. The pop then spilled on him, and I was able to dry off with the napkins Mom insists that we always have in the glove compartment.
This proves that even professional models can have a great night out with the rents and the little bro.
Today, I had to revise my most recent PR assignment with the new head of alumni giving at the Grove. It was a typical meeting until I discovered, much to my chagrin, that my face would be gracing thousands of alumni publications. That's right! I'm the student phone-a-thon model, and I didn't call a single soul.
I can't publish the photo on here because that would be a copyright infringement, and I would lose my job. I might even get arrested. But trust me, I look perky and exactly like the kind of person you'd want to call you and beg for money.
Once I got home, my parents had a surprise for me. We (as in the whole fam damily) were going to Meadville to Ed's Footlong Hot Dogs and Hank's Frozen Custard. It isn't summer without this northward pilgrimage, and we hadn't gone yet.
I seriously recommend that everyone get to Ed's and Hank's before Labor Day. This is one of the highlights of Western Pennsylvania!
On the way home, I somehow managed to puncture a hole in my pop cup with a straw. My brother really loves me because as the Diet Coke spilled across my lap and as I yelped, "I'm a moron. A soaking moron who can't operate a cup and a straw," Andrew took the cup and pushed it on his leg. The pop then spilled on him, and I was able to dry off with the napkins Mom insists that we always have in the glove compartment.
This proves that even professional models can have a great night out with the rents and the little bro.
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