One week later, we were on Korean TV-twenty unadulterated minutes of Peter speaking Korean and being amusing, and me bumbling about like an utter ass.
Two weeks later, after appearing on TV for the second straight weekend, we went out into Seoul to gauge the effects of our new-found stardom. It was a pleasant enough night, but I, for one, noticed an acute lack of swooning.
Three weeks later, I got a call from Miss Korea, telling me that we would no longer be on the show-hardly a shock, to be sure, but regrettable nonetheless. I sighed as my visions of seeing myself on subway posters and the inevitable mobbing by Korean women faded into the distance. Sic transit gloria indeed.
If there is one thing more pitiful than a washed-up actor, it is a washed-up reality TV actor. Still, as one of my students told me with a wave that wiped away the importance of having been fired, “But teacher, the important thing is-your face was on TV!”
In hindsight, I guess the weekend wasn’t a total wash-I got paid, after all. Besides, I got Miss Korea’s number.
How do you like them apples?
September 30, 2007 at 1:39 am |
I don’t know if other people will pick up the GWH reference, but I just wanted to let you know I did.