By Mark La Monica
I don't know how to put this, but I'm kind of a big deal. People know me.
No, I'm not Ron Burgundy, but it's close. OK, not really, but a photographer did ask to take my picture before the start of the Esteban Cortazar show. Who am I to say no?
I was on the cell phone with Artist-in-California friend Jenny at the time trying to look important since I was sitting in the second row and the seats on both sides of me were not yet filled.
Maybe it was my debonair charm exuding throughout the Nokia Theater. Maybe it was my bandanna and Billy Batts T-shirt. Or maybe he just thought I was someone else.
Seriously, though, who cares why? This was my first photo-op and I had to do it right. I kept the phone to my ear, threw up a hip-hopper's peace sign (that would be the regular peace sign but shown from the back of the hand rather than the front; see Ron Artest photo to clarify) and gave a good look into the lens.
The photographer asked my name and who I was. I politely obliged and thanked him for his time. I wonder if it will make the wire services.