It all started upside down. Literally.
It was a blustery day in NYC and, of course, I had a photoshoot on the Empire State Building. For King Kong or something…so…I am sitting on the edge of a window. It is just me, my manager, the photographer, and his very not paying attention to my goregeousness yet sadly for me very hot son. Ugh, boys. First pose. Basic. Looking out the window. Next pose. Basic. Looking scared. I wanted to do something more! I leaned out the window, to appear that I was falling. Just as the photographer snapped, a HUGE gust of wind blew the King Kong blow up doll right into me, and I fell. It wasn’t far, cuz about a quarter of a second, I was caught by the ankle. By the photographer’s son. He pulled me up through the window, and began inquiring about me. Am I Okay? Do I need anything? Do I want to go out on Saturday? Wow. Classic Love Story or what?