Some of you may know Ash as my bff and sometimes-cohost DJ Ashtray on Ribbon Around a Bomb radio. She’s a pretty amazing woman, if I may say so. A funny thing happened to her last week. A filmmaker from Montana was sent to San Francisco to capture life in the city, or what he called, “The Real SF.” He wanted to shoot the daily life of a tour guide, and after asking around, he found my friend Ash and asked her is he could shadow her for a couple days.
It seems really uncomfortable if you ask me, but I guess the experience was pretty cool. He made a mini (less than 5 minutes) documentary about Ash and her life called “Fit Me In.” Being her best friend, I just so happen to be in the video too:
Fit me in from samuel wilson on Vimeo.
We were cracking up when we saw it because we thought it totally painted us as “lovers,” which is not a thing. But he just happened to choose the one scene in which I was complaining about wrist pain from typing all day. I jokingly demanded a “wrist massage” from Ash, which she thought was ridiculous. The way the filmmaker synched earlier narration about how in SF you can, “hold the hand of someone they love, and not be judged…” kind of made it like, “Oh, that must be her gf.” Which we thought was hilarious.
Overall, I like how it turned out. The shot of the tourist yawning on Ash’s tour is obviously a classic.
I have to say, I’m pretty lucky to have Ash in my life. True friends and genuine people like her are pretty rare these days. Girl’s got a fire inside her.
[Our attempt at an awkward Christmas card photo.]
Aw, aw, this is so sweet. 😀 She seems like such a cool person.
It’s so nice to see a video of you also. You both look so happy. (Also, your hair is so dark and shiny…I’m jealous.) I want to go to San Francisco now. It looks like the Emerald City from the Wizard of Oz or something. (The guy who wrote the Oz books was a huge feminist by the way. I think you’d like some of his characters.)
Also, I like the blue lipstick you have in one of the photos. 🙂
Thanks! The blue lipstick is by Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics.
Come to SF!
Would I be able to crossdress there without people shouting at me?
In SF, we PREFER crossdressers, artists, trannies, nudity, drag queens, tattoos, piercings, walking to the beat of yr own drum, etc. over “vanilla” people.
So, yes. 🙂
SF is now my favourite place. 😛
I shall have to hijack a plane to get there, ASAP. (It’s the only way to travel.)
Hmm, most of my comments here now are basically tunring into running-away-to-SF fantasies…