I was standing in the middle of the University of Alabama Quad in the 82 degree heat today, filming for a magazine project. It was hot, and I was wondering why I'd bothered to do my hair.
Because I don't like to show up with bad hair anywhere. Especially a tailgate.
So I'm on the set (aka in the middle of wet grass) trying to drink water, not Starbucks, because we have an eight-hour shoot ahead of us, and I'm tired from a long week, and my doctor says I'm not supposed to be drinking caffeine anyway, when I make a comment to someone on the film crew.
Me: "It's like Bikram up in here."
Him: "Do you do Bikram?
Me: "Oh hell no. I pass out."
Him: "Your body is talking to you. You gotta get that stuff out. You gotta push past it."
I look at the crystal pendant dangling from his necklace.