I'm a movie star!

>>This guy helped me make hoops after I'd ditched mine in the middle of Mexico. ( They are terrible to fit on a bus) In the states, I have to find a hardware store that carries Polyethylene tubing 160 psi, buy a 100 ft rool, plus nipples and electrical tape. At this little hole-in-the-wall hardware store, these Mexicans cut me a hoop to size, connected it, and then even demo'd it for me! Love it!


So, tonight I am going to be in a movie! It's about hula hooping. And I guess it's just some kind of training video, but still. Famous!

Geez, and I lived in the greater LA area for nearly 3 years, and all I ever got was an extra part in David from 90210's stupid pilot. I was part of a bustling crowd on the street in "New York." Paid $10 an hour, plus lunch, worked for 12 hours. Forgot to put that one in my list of jobs below.

So, after only 2.5 months in Portland, I'll be spinnin' in full sequined glory for the camera! Hoops may be responsible for my fame!

Of course, this isn't the first time someone has wanted to capture hoop on tape, on New Year's Day in SF I was scheduled to be in another hoop movie, but this one was cancelled due to flooding or something. Wimps!! Speaking of freakish weather, Portland's temps have been in the 100s the last few days. It pretty much slows life here, kind of like how when it rains in LA. It makes the news and no one knows what to do with themselves but complain. And complain they do-- everyone has something to say about it. Businesses close. People skip out on work. Deli's and salad bars are rushed at mealtime because no one can bear the thought of heated food. But I kind of like it. It's something different. But maybe then I am more acclimated than most pasty white Oregonians... I still have remnants of my Mexico tan on my bootie.

Anyway, this training video is being done by a girl who makes her living up here giving hoop demos and classes, plus life coaching and something called Nia, which I have yet to Google. She's part of the group that meets for hooping in the park every Sunday, and invited me to come provided I'd wear sparkles. Like duh, does she even have to ask? I am the one who comes to the park in sequined silver shoes every week. Yes, I am 27.

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