My friend Lisa and her mom were in town for 2 days to shoot a commercial for an unnamed non-local gas/convenience store very similar to our beloved Wawa. (They are food stylists!) They invited me to tag along last night, so I was given the opportunity to be a tourist in my own city. We ate like there was no tomorrow, wandered outside of City Hall, sought out unlocked ballrooms, and slept, among feathers, on the 15th floor of the Ritz Carlton. Then the sun came up, and we went to work, like any other day, and the 13 hour vacation was gone.
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