The show went well.  I was in three scenes.  I was supposed to be in five but “Dap Rugged” <sp?> dropped out, and some Radio Personality named “Black” showed up and took my Eklectic Jeans outfit. I would have complained, but I should have been paying attention, instead I was at the bar.  (Ordering a RedBull.    Probably I should have had a Scotch). Besides, nothing is more redundant than a whining model who whines.

That first outfit, from R World, consisted of some Rodney Dangerfieldesque ¾ length Check Pants and Baggy “Cash Money” T-Shirt. I started out strong with a bit of swagger, reaching  up to stop the Spinning disco ball, and then making long eye contact with some audience members sitting beneath it. As I exited that scene my footwork got a little tenative but on the whole, it was my best run.

The Second Outfit was some baggy jeans and a polyester tracksuit . I didn’t do enough with it.  Probably my weakest walk.  The director told me, right before I went out, to hit my first pose and then make like I was finished, but instead of walking all the way back, change dirrection midway and return to nail a few more poses.   I think I sold the halfway-back bit too much, so everyone though I genuinely made a mistake.   As if.

I finished up strong on my last scene though, by drawing on the energy of  my small cheering section that had developed in the wake of our "star model" who had pranced around shirtless for a minute*.   I wish I could have followed him directly, since I knew I would cut a nice alternative to that sort of posturing (I guess).   Anyhow, that's what I was thinking when I made my last appearance: Like I was rolling my eyes.  There were a few girls out there who seemed to get it. They cheered, and I pointed down to my shoes and mouthed, "Look at the shoes. I know its hard".

I was wearing the now world-famous chip-ann-pepper jeans, with a “Big Pimpin” T-Shit and Custom Nikes provided by Laced Up. I made a nice exit, turning back to the audience and giving them the Jimmy The Saint Goodbye Blessing. 

For the Grand Finale, I wore a KnuckleUp shirt that Morrison gave to me on my suggestion that I might be able to sneak it on stage.  I would have preferred a CrossFit shirt, of course, but I had none that fit the theme.  The KnuckleUp shirt was camouflaged, and so perfectly 'urban' that everyone thought it was a designer’s.

Gregory took a lot of pictures that I should be able to post here. Hopefully in a gallery.  I also have the cards of a few photographers, who told me they would email me any shots of me that they took.

Before the show I called “Ms Jones”, from the Reality Show blogs,  to solicit some advice.  She offered me  a gig in her next show in SF. Even though I will be there that weekend (Labor Day) I think  I have had enough Modeling for a while.  

I am not good enough to do it without more practice, and I just don’t want to put that much energy into it.  

The experience was great. Thanks for showing up to support me.   (I choose to think that’s why you came).

*I am still new to the "for a minute" expression.  For now I will only used those words if I am trying to be intentionally ambiguous.    I am a bit out of touch I guess. I called Rod up before the show asking him what brand of sneaker I needed in order to represent. I suggested Fila, and he asked if the show was taking place 12 years ago....  I trusted my gut and bought some K-Swiss. All the designers were digging on them.   Yeah, I got style for miles and miles.