It's been a crazy week over here in the Dalporto household. I woke up Monday morning to texts and messages from my mom and aunts telling me they saw our Suburban Funk video on The Today Show. The segment was hilarious and they were so kind. Al Roker said he felt like a slacker for not shooting videos on the weekends and he was laughing about all the “mommy juice boxes” we must have been consuming to come up with such a crazy idea. Pure awesome. Unfortunately I can't get my grubby paws on the clip because they didn't upload it online, but it will forever live on my DVR. Which means we'll never get rid of our crappy cable provider. The Today Show also interviewed me and wrote a really nice article about the parody, so I'll just imagine Al Roker's face when I read it.
Five minutes after the Today madness, I got a call from a number in Atlanta. I was like, “I don't know anyone in Atlanta. Wait … CNN is in Atlanta.” And it was CNN! A producer at the Headline News show The Daily Share was calling to ask if I could do a live Skype interview in, er, 45 minutes. I looked down at my un-showered, yoga-pant-clad, frizzy-haired state and said, “Of course!” Then I ran like mad to try and look presentable. At least from the top up. And I learned something. Don't pull your hair back in a Skype interview. You look like you have a mullet. AK! But the host Yasmin Vossoughian was amazing and helped me rise above the mullet. The interview was my first ever live TV interview where I was on camera, and it was really fun! Here it is in case you missed it:
Then I got a tweet from the Today show in Australia. They wanted to do an interview the next day. In a studio. Holy crap. I got all gussied up and made sure I didn't have a mullet, and headed to the studio in San Francisco with the kids the next morning. I'd never been to a TV news studio before. It was incredibly cool and incredibly intimidating. Lots of screens and dials and flashing lights, oh my!
I waited in the green room and helped myself to the dish of Jolly Ranchers. I popped a red one into my mouth. A few minutes later I went over to the mirror to powder my nose (for real, I was super sweaty and shiny) and noticed my tongue was bright red. Like fire engine red. Like glowing red. AK! I hurried back to the dish and tried to pick a color that would counteract the red. Blue? Green? I picked a green one. Sucked and then checked after a few minutes. My tongue had turned some atrocious brownish color. And the interview was in five minutes. I quickly stuffed a purple and red in my mouth simultaneously and managed to bring the color of my tongue back to somewhat normal just in time for the engineer to lead me to the slaughter. I mean interview.
The room where the interview took place was a small black bow. It had a brown metal chair on a podium in front of a flat screen with a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge on it, tons of lights, and a camera with a red dot on top. I was to stare into the red dot and pretend that was the hosts. The engineer put an ear piece in my ear and I could hear the show happening, live, on the other end of the world, but I couldn't see anything.
And then I started to feel nervous.
I kept clearing my throat and taking tiny sips of water, hoping I wouldn't have some kind of crazy coughing fit the minute we went live. Praying I wouldn't say something incredibly stupid. And then just before my segment, I had a moment of Zen. I took a deep breath and thought, “If I make a fool of myself, so be it. You only live once, Deva, and this is a very cool moment. Enjoy it.” That calmed me down, and by the time the amazing hosts Karl and Lisa were chatting with me, I felt like myself and could even laugh when Karl said he wanted to party with me and Gabe after the kids were in bed. Ummmm … you're cute and all, Karl, but … AHEM! You can watch the funny interview here!
Throughout the rest of the week I got contacted by tons of media outlets and lots of people told us they saw us on their local news. We were on the Yahoo! homepage and trending on Yahoo News. Anyhoo, it's been an amazing week. The kind of week dreams are made of. I'm pinching myself. Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate all this would happen. Thanks for enjoying the ride with me. Now back to the laundry!