What was the oddest gig you've ever had?
It would be either working on a Telemundo show called Machate or rubbing Johnny Drama's feet on Entourage-so gross and hairy! [laughter] Machate is like a Spanish version of America's Next Top Model except a midget would come to whoop your booty if you had no skills. I had to dance while holding up cards to get the crowd to either cheer for or against the contestant who had just sung. The worst part is they would pass the mic around to ask the models questions, but I can't speak Spanish. The whole time I was just nodding my head and smiling!
Have you had any weird, non-modeling jobs?
[laughs] Oh my god, yes! I had a job as a food broker where I had to sell food that was about to expire, had a flaw or was overstocked, to prisons, hospitals and schools.
Prisons, I can understand. Hospitals, maybe. But schools?! How did it feel to be the Catholic priests of the food business?
[laughter] Not all of it was completely bad!
Did you have to try any of the food?
Eww. Yes. Sometimes I would have to try new types of food that was the dried version of the original, like powdered spaghetti sauce . . . I think we were trying to kill some people at the prisons with that. Powdered ketchup paste, yucky soda fizz, and dust-crackers . . .
What was the grossest stuff you tasted?
Hmm . . . it's a toss between the powdered spaghetti sauce or the powdered basil soup mess-straight-up tasted like pesto puke. On second thought, I think they were trying to kill me, too! [laughs]
Death by gross-dehydro-cution. Bio major, softball, model, and former food broker, you're practically an entrepreneur.
[laughs] I am! I have some crazy ideas. For instance, I know I'm not alone when I say this, but have you ever been out with the homies drinking at the pad and all of a sudden you run out of booze? Because I was either buzzed or lazy, a friend and I came up with the idea of "Alcho-call-it"-a home delivery of alcohol when you need it, one call away! The only problem I foresee is licensing issues . . .
Genius. Domino's Pizza meets liquor store. I'll totally go in it with you. You can't have a liquor store without the token Korean. Speaking of pizza, can you cook?
Yes, I love to cook. The best dishes come out when you go into the cupboards and start using everything that sounds good and just wing it. All my girlfriends can cook mad crazy so I've learned from the best. But I am the ultimate pancake chef. It's all in the pre-cooking pancake dance . . . which oddly also works when bringing luck to my Chargers.
Except for the pancake dance-weird, by the way-sounds like you grew up a tomboy . . .
It would have to be because of my dad-we would always hang out. When I was a kid, he would take me fishing. I remember infomercials on TV for a lure called Banjo Minnow. It thought it was so cool and with it, I could be the first female pro fisherman, so I begged him to buy it. Sure enough, he couldn't resist my puppy pout. So for days I watched bass fishing on TV, practicing with my fishing pole. Finally, my dad finally took me out to the lake! When we got there we asked the fisherman what kind of fish were biting and he said catfish. Whatever they were, I needed these fishies! We end up next to a dam and I put my pole in the water. . .
You just said you put your pole in the water. Tee-hee. Sorry, go on.
Dork! So I put the fishing rod in the water and the next thing you know, I see the tip fly down! I'm scared but I start screaming and dancing. I ended up catching the biggest fish in the lake that month! My name and picture were in the city paper and I named my fish Charlie.
Did he taste good?
No, we didn't eat him! I couldn't let my dad kill Charlie. He lived in our bathtub and I fed him people food . . . but I ended up killing him by mistake. I didn't know fish couldn't eat chicken!
That's because they're the chicken of the sea! Any other funny stories? Preferable one that doesn't end with a potential PETA case?
Many! Didn't I tell you I was a dork? So, I'm in Pasadena about to get my hair did for a gig I had. I was on my cell phone and when I hung up, I put my phone in my side pocket. I was wearing tight jeans-of course-and as I crossed the street and lifted my right leg up onto the curb, my cell phone slipped out into the storm drain! I start freaking out. My cell is my lifeline and I don't have the contact info for the place I'm supposed to go to. I'm going nuts trying to squeeze my ass into this little slot trying to get my phone. It was right there-I could see it but couldn't reach it!
Along comes this guy riding a bike and asks what fell in the drain. I told him it was my phone. I asked if he could watch it, while I went to find something to pull out my phone. Some other guy, who happened to be watching us, comes out of his shop with a broom and duct tape stuck to the end and tries to reach for my phone. A random lady started watching him go for my phone and now my phone is starting to draw a small crowd.
Meanwhile, my stressed arse is running down the street back to my friend's hair shop and a fire truck passes by. They stopped to see if I was OK and I tell them that I'm fine but my phone fell down the drain. The firemen laughed and said that they would help. I start apologizing to everyone because I couldn't believe how uber-lame it is to have this many people fussing over a cell phone . . . when a second fire engine pulled up with their sirens on! The next thing you know, a bunch of firemen pry open a manhole and go in to rescue my phone. By now, the whole street was watching. People were cheering and the firemen asked to take their picture with me. I was so embarrassed, and it was all thanks to those tight jeans! [laughs]
Sumlee Anderson
Height: 5'9"
Measurements: 34D-24-24
Ethnicity: Thai, German-Swedish
Sign: Leo
Birthday: August 6th
Hometown: San Diego, CA
Website:
myspace.com/wantsumdotcom
facebook.com/sumlee.anderson
Thanks: All the photographers, editors, directors, managers and investors who gave me a shot. Also, my family, friends and fans who have always supported and believed in me.
Up Close And Personal:
Styling By Tiffany Dean
Make Up & Hair By Yuji
By Odessy Barbu
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