In honor of my debut piece over at BlogRhet, Lifting the Veil of the Inner Blogologue, I thought I would do the other BlogRhet contributors proud by sharing what I was doing yesterday while all of their thoughtful commenters were adding their wisdom to my think piece:
I was directing a sexed up liquor ad.
The Queen of Shake-Shake and I were invited over to Suburban Oblivion's home for a little playgroup yesterday. Naturally, someone smuggled some alky-hol into the joint (before 5 o'clock, can you imagine?!) and well, we somehow ended up filming what easily equates to more evidence for our being admitted to the Betty Ford Clinic. Or committed.
Our favorite Playgroupie was supposed to be in attendance but pulled the sick-kid-card on us, so we had to send her something to rub her nose in all of the fun she was missing. That meant the camera. And once you put the Queen in front of the camera... no holds barred, folks.
In our defense, this is the deep South, where cocktails are as common as sweet tea at a church picnic and the stifling heat can cloud even the most conservative of judgments.
That being said, enjoy! I present to you the short but potent premier of...
Starring The Queen of Shake-Shake.
Videography by Suburban Oblivion.
Directed by Velveteen Mind.
Inspired by the absence of Playgroups Are No Place For Children.
She takes direction so well, don't you think? Seriously, who wants to come down and play with us at a Southern Bloggers Conference of our own? All of the strawberry margaritas in a bucket that you can handle! I didn't even know they made cocktails available in bucket form.
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Ya'll please come over and visit me at BlogRhet. I need to prove to them that I'm more than break o' noon buckets of booze. I need comments, people, more comments! Let's fool them into thinking that I'm an audience magnet. That is, after you comment on how cute Heather is in this video. Don't you love her? BTW, my title is taken from one of her post tags.