High Stepping ( second set on magazine shots + my french TVC)

Wow, I haven’t been incredibly busy lately, but for some reason I have neglected the period of personal reflection I like to share so much. As a matter of fact I actually just read about my wedding again (Oh the memories) to refresh me on where I left off.

Hold up before that. About a month and a half ago I briefly mentioned that I was hanging from the side of a building for a TVC.  Well my buddy Charles who just returned home to France saw my face pop up on the television this morning. Here is what he saw:

After the wedding I didn’t get to enjoy a honeymoon, it was straight back to work.  Unlike these two friends:

Ben and Janelle, got married on May 12 in Calgary and they decided to visit me here in Bangkok. Well not quite, these two lovebirds are off to enjoy their honey moon (a real one). Congrats!

I haven’t worked as much since the Thai Airways ad was filmed.  Today being the 3^rd job since that fateful.  In all my hipster bashing of Kevin, it seems as though stylists for brochure (today) and catalog (last week) are set on making me look hipster. I can imagine someone just prodding my eyes out of the lens less glasses, or turning my suspenders into an evil death contraption suitable for an episode of Games of Thrones.  Example of me being an evil leprechaun.

I have made friends with some incredibly fun Brazilians and also took the opportunity to knock back a Brazilian BBQ with them, cooked by a Brazilian. It was cool as I learned some of the traditional dishes and also ate some incredible cuts of meat. 

For those that never have experience Brazilian BBQ, get on that ASAP. It’s pure deliciousness on a sword of awesome.  You essentially get to eat all the meat you want, beef, lamb, pork, chicken heart you name it. After finishing a meal I end up with a food baby, which is born the next day.  I didn’t get a pic with my camera but here is an example. 

Lastly it appears as though I have really honed the fashion sense for golfing. Now I just need to learn to be a decent golfer, damn that slice, or draw or fade or whatever that send my ball 250 yards straight and then makes a left turn at Albuquerque.