Take your buddy to work

You heard of "take your daughter to work day". 

On Friday, I had a "take your buddy to work day".

My friend Brenden crashed at my place the night before. 

He drank too much. I couldn't let him try to find his way home in that condition. So he wound up sleeping over for the night.

Brenden

I didn't want him moping around my place while I was at work. So I brought him to work with me. I didn't have time to drive him home first. It would also have been in the wrong direction anyway. My work schedule had me in the downtown area. And he was too lazy to take public transit.

He even had to borrow one of my shirts.

I had to spend half the day with him. It wasn't so bad though. We had our fun moments between my massage sessions with my clients.

strapping it on in NYC

After I made my obligatory appearance at the fashion house, I went about exploring the city.

I discovered this underwear/swimwear for men store.

The store offered many more styles of underwear than you will find in a typical department store. I was kind of excited to see undies every which way I turned. I was thinking of all the possibilities for me.

I bought more than a few pairs of undies and jock straps.

 After I made my purchase, I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to try them on. I put on every single one that I bought.

Thank you Meagan for putting up with the underwear dude in your room. I think she got sick of seeing my cheeks. 

A day and half in NYC

 Whenever I have a chance to go to New York City, I take it.

I had that opportunity last week and I went for it. It was only for about 36 hours. But I still had a good time.

Meagan had a business meeting with one of her fashion designer collaborators in NYC. She managed to get them to pay for an extra plane ticket for her "assistant", me, to accompany her. If she didn't get that free extra ticket, I wouldn't have gone. I had to share a hotel room with Meagan though.

I had to make an appearance with Meagan, as her assistant of course, at the fashion house. I got to see the work rooms and studios of the designers. That was very interesting, but I have done that before. The meetings were a different story though. They were kind of boring.

making it in Hollywood

I still can't believe it.

I have made it in Hollywood.

Sort of.

No, I didn't land a role in any Hollywood production. But I did get my foot in the door of a Hollywood studio. I landed a client who works inside one of Hollywood's studios. That's good enough for me.

You probably never heard of this person because this person works behind the scenes. But you might have seen this person's name in some movies' credits, though.

We had some of our massage sessions in the person's office inside the studio itself.

I had access to the studio's backlot. Of course, not unfettered access. But with an escort.

My client's assistant rides a bike between the stages and sets of the backlot. She is really cool. She lent me her bike so I could take self guided tours of the backlot. I couldn't get very far without an escort though.

She is cute. I mean the assistant. She chilled with me after one of the massage sessions.

She was the one that suggested that I should dress extremely casually for the sessions. She said her boss would look favorably on me if I showed some skin. Wearing a tank top and shorts was just fine with me. I wore a hat and a tropical themed shorts because I wanted to show some style. This is Hollywood after all.

The assistant gave me a quick tour of the warehouse that housed the prop department.

This dude is not a mannequin. He works in the prop department. He wondered who I was. We had a quick chat. He seemed interested in getting some massage therapy. He took off his shirt, which was really odd. He wanted me to demonstrate my massage skills on him. It was weird, but I obliged. I gave him my card. He may be a future client.

So far, whenever I have gone to the studio for a massage session, I dress very casually, making sure to show some skin, but also to add some accessories to show some style.

Another day in the backlot.