July 2001, Austin. “Do you want to go out?” Amy’s voice said on my answering machine. Shit, when did she leave that message? I just got home.
I quickly dialed her number and breathed a sigh of relief when she picked up the phone. “Yes, I want to go out!” I nearly shouted into the phone. “Especially after the day that I had! It was a rough day at work, and then I went to happy hour with some coworkers.”
“Happy hour, cool. Wait, why are you home at 8:30 if you were at happy hour? Shouldn’t you still be there?” She asked. Amy was a 5’0” firecracker. At first glance, she looked like a Barbie doll with her long blonde hair and clear blue eyes. With a closer look, her muscles and the chip on her shoulder are more evident.
“OhMyGod I sat next to the Most Boring Guy in the World!!” I said. “He should’ve been interesting, ‘cause he’s a film student, but he’s a data entry guy, and we had NOTHING to talk about. Like, really, NOTHING. The guy was soooo boring that I moved to the other side of the table and talked to the old man just to get away from him.”
“Yuck! Shit! No wonder you’re home early!” Amy sympathized.
“Oh wait, it gets worse. The Cute Boy from work that I’ve had my eye on, he showed up and sat next to me.”
“Ya, it would’ve been cool, if Divorced Lady hadn’t showed up and sat BETWEEN US!!!” I may have howled in frustration. “Then, Old Man suggests that I go back and talk to Boring Guy!!!”
“Yikes!” Amy said.
“Right. I had to get out of there. And I’m soooooo glad that you called! Let’s do this!”
Jules Strawberry, March 2001
We dressed up and went to downtown Austin, Texas to find some fun. And boy, did we ever!! Made up for that Happy Hour that was really a Sad Disappointment Hour!!
First, we swung by Antione’s to see what was happening. Jimmy Vaughn, brother of Stevie Ray, was on the stage. A few minutes of flirting with the bouncers, and we got in for free. Man, Jimmy can grind an ax. (That’s slang for playing a mean guitar, right?) If his brother was better, wow! We hung out there for a drink or two, then Amy got restless, so we went back out to 6th street.
Across the street, a new dance club was celebrating a Grand Opening. This is kinda a joke in Austin, where some clubs change owners and names as often as some people change their jeans. Still, we headed over to see what the drink specials were like. They were decent, so we decided to stay for a little while.
A DJ walked over to us and said, “Welcome to Club Gonna-Change-Its-Name-In-A-Week-So-Don’t-Bother-To-Remember-It!! I’m from the radio station and we’re giving away Free Tickets to the Depeche Mode Concert if you can show me an Ace!” He spread a deck of cards face down on the table in front of us.
Amy quickly reached down and turned over a 2 of spades.
I took my time and carefully considered which card I should pick up. I felt the cards for their auras. (This was all show; I don’t have any psychic powers, but don’t tell Amy that!) Then I selected the Ace of Hearts and gave it to the DJ.
Amy gasped. “How’d you do that? Is this game rigged?!” She started turning over cards, one after another, trying to find another ace.
The DJ was flustered by Amy’s sudden burst of energy. “Stop it! Stop messing up my cards! I’ll give you both tickets if you just stop!!”
A guy at the next table came over and said, “Hey, what just happened?”
We told him, and he bought us a round of drinks. WHOOOO! The rest of the night was a blur of drinking and dancing.
Ryan (brother), Jules Strawberry, Jack, and Sally. July 2001. Rose’s wedding.
The Depeche Mode Concert was in San Antonio, just an 1.5 hr drive from Austin. We didn’t care; we were excited to have free concert tickets.
Just inside the door, some Bud Light girls were holding auditions for a live commercial. We shrugged and stepped in front of the camera, saying our names and that we’re from Austin. We looked at each other and giggled. The thought of being in a commercial, on top of the rest of the awesome weekend, was just too much!
Amy wasn’t content to sit on the lawn. She found a cute guy who was sitting in the good seats and arranged it with some guys that we could move up front. “Everyone is standing anyways,” she told him, “No one will realize that we don’t have seats, if we’re standing next to you and your friend.”
He was ecstatic to have two hot ladies stand next to him during the concert. He smiled so widely, that I’m sure he was picturing us as his entourage!!
Confession: I didn’t like Depeche Mode. So I thought. When we won the tickets, I couldn’t name one of their songs. But hearing them play, I realized that I knew almost every song!
“Reach out touch faith! Your own…personal…Jesus! Someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares…” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1xrNaTO1bI
Amy tried to get us into the After Party. That is, after the concert was over, we stuck around by the stage. A roadie took pity and told us, “They’re old, they went home to their wives, there is no after party.”
Bud Light Call Back
“Yes, this is she.” I said.
“This is the Budweiser Corporation. We’d like to know if you’re still interested in appearing a commercial in San Antonio…”
I was so stinking excited! After the call ended, I called Amy.
She was pissed! “I’m 24 ½, and you must be at least 25 to be in the commercial. I can’t believe that! They wouldn’t make an exception. Hey, I’m over 21! What the f***?!”
Hey, cool, a perk to being older! I was sad for my friend, but excited for me. I’M GOING TO BE IN A COMMERCIAL! ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!!
Filming a live commercial was boring. That is, hours of practice for 5 minutes of film. Sit and wait, stand around in the heat, smile, tell each other jokes, sweat. By the time it was done, I didn’t want a beer; I wanted a shower!
The next day, my coworker told me, “I had to pee so badly! But I couldn’t leave the couch, because I knew that if I did, your commercial would come on. And I saw it! It was the third commercial break, but there it was, I saw it during Friends!!!”.
Here’s the video. Pay attention to the bucket o’ beer: I’m the red-head standing at the bar laughing at about 20 seconds: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex_qq7IaYP8
The moral of the story is, even a crappy day can have a happy ending. And even if it’s not the best day on earth, you may still have a kickass story to tell! Because, ya, I’m a Bud Light Girl!
Where my girls at?! Time to go OUT! WHOOOO!
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P.S. Sandy is visiting me next weekend! YAY!
P.S. S. Lilly, Allie, and I are planning a road trip to see him in October! YAYAYAYAY!
P.S.S.S. I know that I told you already. I’m excited!!