Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past to forget about my present.
The following blog was inspired by my friend here behind the camera. She was my photo assistant back in the day. So, we were really bad. We used to play jokes on each other all the time. Why I was inspired by doing a blog about my friend was, we met my new client at the bar. We then went down to have dinner. I then noticed my phone was gone. So, of course, I assumed the bartender up at the bar took my phone. Well, I had a heated exchange with the bartender. Meanwhile, it was my friend here that took my phone and hid it on me. It was one rare occasion I was punked. So, what I did was, I apologized to the bartender then I went and got my friend by the arm and brought her upstairs and made her apologize to the bartender. For some reason, she looked kind of sheepish.
We used to play jokes on each other all the time. One time, my photo assistant noticed that the hairdresser dropped her room key. He picked up her key and left. That’s right, he went back to her room. Not only did he go back to her room, but he hid in the shower. Hours later, she had a new room key and went to her room. Well, as she sat down to have a pee, he jumped out of the shower and scared the Sh…t out of her. You heard her screaming from across the hotel. Man, was she pissed. I mean really pissed. She pissed all over herself. We were constantly playing jokes on each other. You know, things like hiding the entire minibar under someone’s bed. Filling rooms up with cups of water. That sort of stuff. But the worst of all, and I got in trouble, worst of all was when I sealed the makeup artists’ room shut with gaffers tape. I gaffer taped her entire door shut. She missed her flight and I got in trouble.
I guess that’s why in London my name was: Mr. Not-So-Nice.
Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice