Casting Agent Dude
Friday was an easy day at work. Two meetings before 12 noon. I answered e-mails for a couple hours then at 2PM I was taken out to lunch by a casting agent who wants the job of finding talent for the next season/series of the show I’m working on. It’s all early days though so who knows if his company will get job. I was just in it for the free sushi lunch. Yum. Keep the shashimi rolling.
Casting Agent Dude was a half hour late. He was totally wired when he arrived. He was all over the place. He wasn’t able to focus on a single idea so luckily we got the business part out of the way first. We spent the rest of our 2-hour lunch gossiping about celebs (no one on his books though).
We went back to the production office where I introduced him to a few of my colleagues..
It was the last day of work for one of my bosses. Coincidentally, Casting Agent Dude knew this boss of mine. Said boss invited Casting Agent Dude to his leaving party.
Roll on 6PM, party at some swank restaurant / pub near Piccadilly Circus. Since the event was “corporate optional” most of my work colleagues were there. I’m sure the free bar helped retain the numbers. I had 1-2-3-4-5 count ‘em Marguritas. So by the end of the night I found myself flirting shamelessly with Casting Agent Dude.
He offered me some gak. I said no. But then I thought, why the hell am I saying no? It’s not as if Nancy Reagan is inside my head feeding me answers.
“Actually, yeah, I’ll have some. I’ve ever tried it before.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, never. I’ve never been offered it.”
“I’m offering now. But it’s your first time, you don’t want this shit. This isn’t good shit.”
“Okay,” I said sounding somewhat confused, “Um let me know when you have some good stuff.”
“Cool,” he said and sauntered off to the bathroom.
I left the club shortly after that.
Labels: Castnig Agent Dude, cocaine, corporate optional, drinking, drunk, flirting, Soho, sushi