I hadn't received a call from my agent in a while, so when my phone buzzed telling me I had an audition notice in my in-box, I asked my friend if I could look at my Yahoo on his phone immediately. The message said that the project was called "SPIDERMAN." I wasn't sure if that meant the movie, a commercial, or parity, but knew it would be fun after looking at the character description of "Spidey Dad."

"He's late 30's to 40's and & very likable. (Once again, my headshot makes me look ten years older, but at least they think I'm likable.) Looking for slapstick /physically comedic & agile actors. (Agile is my middle name.) In the spots he wants to believe he's a super hero and wears his version of the Spiderman costume and does his version of being a super hero action person. (Go on.) He rides a silly bicycle going maybe 2 miles per hour and falls off over a bush and in the next spot he swings a rope and falls into a puddle of mud. (Yes please.) Guys should go as all out as they can to put their own version of a 'Spiderman' costume together. (Oh, I have to see this.) Feel free to go all out if possible. If this isn't possible, just casual dress but comfortable enough to ride a bike in the studio."

When I tell people I live an interesting life, this is what I am talking about. I just wish that for once, someone else could be with me to experience what I get to see and go through on a fairly regular basis. I think I need an entourage.

When I arrived at the studio location with my red shirt, jeans and Mexican wrestling mask, I quickly realized that I was WAY underdressed for the part. Two gentlemen were pacing back and forth in the hallway outside a room where I could hear Eye Of A Tiger playing while a fellow thespian auditioned inside.

One man stood about 6'4' and could not have squeezed his full frame into his head to toe Long John's if they had been one centimeter smaller. The spaces between the buttons that ran up his front, the ones that normally overlap, pulled apart to reveal patches of his hair covered stomach that had not seen the sun in a while. One button was even missing, giving a great view of his "outty" that seemed to follow me no matter where I moved throughout the room. Added to the ensamble was a pair of soccer shorts, deck shoes, and a pair of goggles sitting atop his buzzed hair that matched the length of his goatee. He didn't say much, but did very well practicing his attempts to fly.

Friend number two was dressed in a full body white leatard. I wish I was kidding. He also chose to cover up his nethers with some sweat shorts, but he took the outfit a few more steps into creepy than Long John. As much as I wanted to keep my distance I did have to admire his intentionality in matching his black Chuck Taylors with the halter top half shirt adorned with a bedazzled "S." This fit snugly just over his belly bulge and sometimes bunched up a little too much when he sat down, forcing him to stand and pace the majority of the time. But, the pièce de résistance was the purple Micky Mouse beach towel fastened to his shoulders with safety pins. Let me tell you, this little dandy brought the whole outfit together in a way that can only be described as magic.

The oddest part about all of this is that when two more guys showed up in full regaillia, I'm the one who felt increcibly odd and out of place by the way I was dressed. I also quickly realized that wearing a mask would defeat the purpose of getting my face on camera. So I had to step into my audition wearing only a button up red shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. How could I have been so naive?!?!

The audition went well. I did exactly what the description said. I road a bike around, fell into some mats like they were bushes, grabbed a hold of a rope swing and pretended like I fell into a mud puddle, all while Eye Of A Tiger motivated me on to glory. Pretty standard fair for an afternoon of audition.

Today I got the e-mail saying that I had made it to call-backs, which means now I audition in front of the director, producers, and client. So tomorrow I get to go through the whole process all over again. Can't wait.

I'm still not sure what it is for. I could be pitching Viagra for all I know. Either way it is going to be fun. I can't wait to talk about the next phase and the potential shoot. I'll post either way, but here's to hoping my next blog talks about actually falling into a puddle of mud and what it feels like to be Spidey Dad.