Heidi's Temp Job

I went to pick up Heidi from her temp job for lunch.

So, Heidi has been temping at this super high-profile retouching studio for the past week or so working as the receptionist, answering phones and receiving guests, packages, and pizzas.

Weirdly, and somewhat hilariously, there sits a giant painting behind the main reception desk that looks JUST LIKE HEIDI.

Apparently more than just a few visitors (and janitorial staff) had assumed it was in fact her, and had commented on what a beautiful portrait it was of the lovely temp receptionist (and had probably thought it quite strange).



I mean really.



The resemblance is uncanny.

And hilarious.

Napa

Wednesday I drove up to Danville to visit the Heidi.

Thursday we drove up to Napa to visit the wine.





Foolishness ensued.





But we left with souvenirs!

Goodbye East Coast

Shared a final East Coast dinner with Heidi and Nims (and Nims's boyfriend Chris and her wonderful friend Courtney and her wonderful friend Courtney's not-so-wonderful fiance).




Then we went home to Barrington and cleaned out the last few treasures from my room.

Sad face.

Last Day in Boston | Heidi Kicks Ass

I spent the day at Borders at the Cambridgeside Galleria. Had a wonderful little steak and cheese lunch and read lots of interesting books.

I miss Los Angeles where many of my friends don't have normal jobs and are available to play during the day. (Boston doesn't seem to have too many actors, voiceover artists, or runway models). Also, Los Angeles is warm.

Heidi wanted to get Indian food for dinner. We picked up Ananda Lombaba and Dommerick and went over to the Kebab Factory for a delightful meal.

Also we found a person made of balloons.



Afterwards, we piled into Heidi's car to go watch the gays sing Karaoke. But it wouldn't start.

Tried it again....nothing.

(All this happens while we're shivering in 30-degree frigidness.)

And then, she appeared.

HeidiWendt, Superwoman.

Decked out in her white Ralph Lauren cable-knit sweater, camel-colored pea coat, white gloves, pearl earrings, and Burberry scarf, one could easily mistake her as a Park Avenue princess, but that would be wrong.

Heidi Wendt can kick some major ass.

Out of nowhere she pops the hood of her Explorer, checks all her fluids, twists a few knobs, darts back to her trunk, reappears with containers of radiator fluid and antifreeze, pours them in their respective receptacles, jumps back in the drivers seat, tosses her hair, and starts the car. And it works. Amazing.



Heidi also once fought off a pack of wild baboons while she was in Africa. No joke.

Good Day/Bad Day

Heidi woke me up to tell me a funny story about how her dog died and she arrived late for class and was already really upset but then was informed that half the class had gone to do some work in another building and she should join them so she turned to walk out the door, but instead faceplanted into the wall really really hard and everyone saw and she turned back around to the class, which was speechless, and just started bawling and said, "it's just been a really bad day..." as she ran out of class.

The fact that I was the first person she thought of and that she found the situation hilarious and called within a minute of it happening while tears were still streaming down her cheeks is the reason I love her so.

HEIDI I LOVE YOU.

Later, I went to a delicious Italian lunch with Meghan and her friend Ben at Trastevere on 3rd St. which was truly delicious. I brought my Yao Ming jersey and was all ready to return it when I realized I had brought the wrong receipt. That sucked. Got back to my car. Realized I had lost my parking ticket. That sucked even more. I ended up having to pay the maximum amount.

But yay! During lunch I got a call from the office of Ian White, fashion photographer, wanting me to come in to meet with them in a couple of hours. Hooray! Things might be looking up.

Went home. Changed. And headed to Venice to meet with Ian and his studio manager Helen. The meeting went very well. I think they liked me very much and realized that though I am about as inexperienced as I could possibly be, I am intelligent and would pick things up quickly.

We chatted for a good 45 minutes.

Shook hands.

I left the office.

Walked back to my car.

Got in.

Looked down.

Swore.

Smacked myself.

And zipped up my fly.