November 16, 1998
I walked in as the gentleman running the audition was running down the scene. I entered the room and heard, "Then the guy has the Keystone beer and starts dancing." It was all I could do to keep from running out to my car and heading back to the Valley. And I probably should have.
Did I mention I hate commercial auditions? I waited in the waiting room for 50 minutes, during which time I looked about the room and tried to predict who my scene partner would be. I eventually gave up, thinking, "What does it matter? It couldn't really affect how I come across. I don't dance, and then I do dance." Yes, I was wrong. When we got in there, she forgot to say one of her lines so I stood there making stupid faces, trying to embrace the 'Bitter Beer Face' that Keystone has made oh, so famous. It was lame.