On Tuesday, I received a thrilling phone call. I had been chosen to be an extra on the show Portlandia. You can imagine my excitement! A month or so before, I had sent in a picture after I had heard that they were looking for extras, but figured I'd be one of thousands doing the same and my chances were slim. But no - they wanted me! The frantic search for a babysitter began and I finally found someone on Wednesday afternoon, as I was expected on set on Thursday morning. I had sent my measurements to the wardrobe department and had confirmed things with the casting intern. I would sit and wait for my location and call time to be emailed to me late Wednesday evening.
The email never came. I was up until 1am, waiting to find out what time I needed to be up and out the door. I got up at 5am to check again. No email. Up again at 6am. No email. I gave up. Obviously, something had happened and I was not going to be spending the morning as I had expected. I received a text message at 7am from the casting director, asking if I was one of the people who didn't get an email. Yep, that would be me. He asked if I would be able to make it in 30 minutes if he quickly sent me the location info. Even if I had been dressed and ready to hop in my car at THAT moment (which I was not - I was in bed in my PJs), it was going to take me more than 30 minutes to make it into Portland during rush hour. I had to say no.
While it was a mistake on their end and not mine, I still felt frustrated and disappointed. I had really been looking forward to this very different experience, not to mention potentially meeting some very cool actors. But it wasn't going to change anything being frustrated about it, so I assume that what was supposed to happen, happened. Maybe I would have gotten into a car accident, or my purse would have been stolen while I was on set, or maybe something would have happened with the boys while they were with their babysitter. The on-set experience would have been fun, but oh well. There's always the chance they'll ask again since it was their fault, but even if they don't, the fact that they thought I looked Portland-enough to be on the show is awesome in itself.
Even if I didn't end up (sort of) famous, the boys made it this week. About two years after a "photo shoot" at the zoo with their Uncle Kevin during his internship, the boys' picture made it to the Oregon Zoo website. You can check it out here: West African Pygmy Goats.
You can just call us the photogenic, show biz Minthornes. :^)
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