"But Natalie," you say, "you strongly dislike children. And public places. And sweating."
True, on all accounts.
But something about being at a Disney Park trumps my innate bitterness and I am a carefree child all over again. I am that same little girl who strutted around Carlsbad/Oceanside beaches in my Minnie Mouse bathing suit, back before I detested the feel of sand on my bare skin or feared that any minute a whale was going to beach itself and try to eat my loved ones. (Seriously, you'd think that would be a childhood fear I'd someday outgrow. But you'd be wrong.) It brings back memories of Mom keeping Brover and I home from school, convincing us we had auditions in LA, only to surprise us by pulling into the Disneyland parking lot in Anaheim. Best. Day. Ever.
So I was beyond excited when I booked the spokesperson gig for a Disney/Verizon spot shooting in Florida at the Magic Kingdom. I have always wanted to visit this park, and to be doing so on someone else's dime (and getting paid, on top of that!) is just too good to be true. I hope I have some downtime from shooting to ride some rides (the baby ones, yo) and take some pics with the Disney Princesses. (They totally stole my career. Well, them and Anne Hathaway.)
I cherish the out-of-town shoots as a break from the norm: traipsing around in my hotel room and noshing on room service, exploring a new town, and banking a memory or two of my very own in my journey as an actress.
"It's all happening."