On with the show!

7 June 2010

Today it was difficult deciding which would be a worse way to die while jet skiing:

A. Being the last one in line, dumping my jet, nobody notices, my body goes bouncing and breaking across the water like a skipping stone carelessly thrown along the surface.... And I get eaten by a shark.

B. Clipping along on my jet at a brisk 35 mph, the wind in my hair, crashing into a coral reef bed, careening into, and being knocked unconscious by, said coral reef bed, sinking through the waves...And I get eaten by a shark.

C. Getting eaten by a shark (obviously, said shark flew up and out of the water, chomping me right off my jet.)

Quite obviously, none of these scenarios took place today....but that doesn't mean they weren't all three clanging about in my head like warning bells during our 2 hour jet ski adventure... But I digress...

As if a week in absolute paradise isn't more than a girl could ever hope for, Susie graciously afforded me the opportunity to receive a traditional Polynesian massage this morning. We journeyed into the jungle, past the beach bungalows and jungle huts with their personal jacuzzis, all the while appreciating the beauty surrounding us. After a 5 minute walk, we came upon the Manea Spa. A man-made building so cleverly hidden among the palms and tropical flowers, I've never seen. It seemed as though this place had always been here, and all of the surrounding trees and buildings had grown up around it. A brook runs along the front of this enchanted place, its surface covered to overlapping with lily pads and flowers. Given a pareo (sarong) and shown into a waiting room looking out past the brook, which wound its way around the whole building, and into the wilderness, I waited... I was soon escorted into a glass enclosed room for my massage.

Polynesian massage is my new love. Unlike Swedish or American massage, they focus on moving bad energy out of the body and bringing positive energy in. I left that room a new woman...a woman drenched from head to toe in monoi oil, for one, but a woman with a newfound respect for the strength that lies in the hands of a tiny Polynesian woman....I wonder if she'll fit in my suitcase...?

I somehow managed, through my monoi induced haze, to make my way back to the bungalow, where Matt was ready for some snorkel action before we headed out on our jet ski/Imightgeteatenbyashark adventure!

Wet met with our guide, Andre, just before 1pm, he explained the ins and outs and basics of how not to kill yourself and others via jet ski, and then we were off!

Andre took us moderately slowly out past the farthest bungalow, steadily towards the raging, midnight blue Pacific. Stopping just before 2 buoys, he told us we were floating on the threshold of what islanders call "the point". This is the one and only place in the atoll of Bora Bora that ships pass in and out transporting goods and tourists. We did not go out past the point, but, instead, made a wide zig-zagging berth for the opposite side of the main island of Bora Bora.

The words to describe the varying shades of blue do not exist in any vocabulary, photo, dream or narrative. If it really were possible for Mary Poppins to jump into chalk drawings, then I like to think we jet skied through a watercolor painting today. The depths of water varied so drastically, it seemed as though strips of aqua met walls of absolute darkness with airbrushed precision.

We paused briefly in a relatively circular area of mountain and surrounding islands, where Andre explained to us that we were currently floating on top of the mouth of the volcano that formed the island of Bora Bora and the surrounding atoll. The area was roughly 50 miles across and seemingly bottomless. Still trying to grasp the magnitude of the volcano that lay dormant below our floating jets, we sped away to the next part of the island. It would seem, there is no end to the beauty and majesty in this remote part of the world.

During the course of our first hour, we circled the main island of Bora Bora, stopping once on a sandy beach to give our derrières a break. We anchored out and floated on our backs in the waist deep water, until a dog belonging to a local artist swam out to greet us. Andre informed us that the dog (he didn't know the dog's name) often greets him around this time of day at this part of the beach. When he had had enough, the dog paddled back to shore, and we mounted our waiting jets to explore more of the southern side of the island.

I don't have the proper vocabulary to describe the varying beauty, greens and blues, but I can say that no postcard, film or photo has ever/will ever do justice to the Eden that is Bora Bora.

Sadly, our afternoon came to a close and we headed back to the bungalow in a frenzied fit of joy. Since it was still relatively early and sunny, Matt and I decided snorkeling was in order. We made it a bit further out today, but not quite all the way into the dark blue waters looming past our bungalow.

When dinner time rolled around, we all made our way up to the main part of the resort for dinner in the outdoor restaurant. Now addicted to the best raw tuna we'd ever eaten, we headed to the Polynesian buffet being offered that night in conjunction with a traditional Polynesian luau. Personally, I was hoping for a giant pig being roasted on a stick over a grave-sized pit, but the Mahi Mahi was quite a satisfying runner up.

The show began with 4 young Polynesian men in traditional costume, who were soon joined by the same number of women. Their numbers grew to include 3 more of each men and women, and the show was spellbinding. I didn't know whether to watch the hips and skirts flying around at lightning speed, the strong, bronzed arms and legs telling a story of war or the delight in all of the faces of the performers over sharing their history and heritage. There was a band of drummers driving all of the dancers forward in their fever pitch movements, lead by a solo voice which seemed to resonate from the very earth we sat on, mesmerizing all who drew near enough to be enveloped by the beauty of the scene before us.

All too soon, the dances came to an end. Keeping with the spirit of sharing their heritage, the dancers wove in and out of the crowd, choosing resort guests to join the dance on stage. For some reason, maybe it was my wild island hair, I was pulled out of my seat, away from my espresso and led up to the stage and taken thru the movements of the hula by a man-child no older than my youngest brother... He showed me the arms bit, encouraged my hip shaking, and danced around me like a smiling, circling, friendly vulture.

In the end, I did my best Beyonce and took my seat in the crowd as quickly as possible!

...All is possible...

To say Bora Bora is beautiful would be a gross understatement of the truth...

Bora Bora is exquisite.

To have spent any time in this remote, untamed part of the world, I feel like a newly enlisted member of an elite group of individuals who have glimpsed Eden and wish never to return to Earth.

This morning, anticipating the sunrise, we woke before 6am, laying in bed waiting for God's morning spectacular.... I can tell you, we did not wait in vain. The sun here is an altogether different being than the one most of us know at home. Here, she takes her time, rising up out of the water, over neighboring mountainous islands, shaking the ink of night out of her hair, spreading her generous arms, greeting those awaiting her in breathless anticipation with a glowing kiss of heat.

I can only imagine life awakening to meet her every morning, stretching and smiling and thanking her for all the joy she brings. The days are short here, with the sun rising around 6:30am and setting close to 5:30pm, so we must do all we can to spend every waking moment together.

Matt and I headed to breakfast this morning, all the while marveling at the beauty surrounding us, wondering if our pictures would even begin to do it justice. I like to think we had a typical French breakfast... croissant, cheese, egg, fruit and juice...not to mention the vast quantities of Nutella...

We rushed back to the room for bathing suits, towels, books and sunscreen, proceeded to the beach and...just...sat. Typically, Sundays on the island are a day of relaxation and reflection. French Polynesians are a religious people who do not work or open shops (not even for tourists!) on Sundays. Boats do not leave the mainland for any of the surrounding islands, so where you are is where you are until Monday morning.

Sitting on the beach, marveling yet again at all that surrounds us, is all we need in this week of life. Plans today are few and far between....sunning on the sand, swimming in the ocean, swimming in the oceanside pool....sunning on the sand....

The overwater bungalows the lucky few of us occupy sit only in roughly 2' of sea. Each has a 2'x2' square hole cut into the floor, surrounded by a cube of glass, the top of which slides off to allow residents to feed the various types of fish that swim below. The owners of the hotel managed to convince the island officials to allow implementation of a faux coral reef system to be installed underneath the bungalows, as well as a coral nursery nestled in the middle of the boardwalks connecting the bungalows. Dual purposed, the reef system provides a safe area for snorkeling and allows the introduction of new fish species into the area. It's also just plain fun to induce a feeding frenzy via bits of bread through a hole in the floor :o)

Matt and I took snorkeling gear and explored the water beneath many of the bungalows, including our own, as well as the coral nursery. Twenty feet or so out the back of our bungalow, the water turns from a crystal clear aqua to a rather menacing, but still incredibly beautiful, velvety dark blue. Neither Matt or I were brave enough today to explore much farther than the aqua waters, but curiosity won and we decided to brave the inky depths in the morning...

Sitting in the bar/lounge area on the second floor of the main building, rain falls, rushing through the top layer of palms to the earth. The sound of rain on the thatched roof of the open air building is enough to coax one to sleep on this lazy Tahitian afternoon... Susan and Matt are playing pool in the center of the room; beyond them lies the tangled jungle of palms and vegetation. The sun never ceases to shine, even through the burst of rain. Almost as soon as it begins, the rain passes, leaving a damp, humid, glistening scene in its wake. Birds take up in song and the freshly washed vegetation outside sparkles with renewed fervor.

As much as I thought it would be a crime to spend a single unnecessary moment indoors (ie: aside from sleeping, which, in truth, could be done outdoors...), it's still as though we're communing with nature, for the vast majority of buildings here have no glass in the windows, providing a direct path to nature beyond the walls. We noticed that a hush had settled over the world around us; birds stopped singing and the murmur of voices below us had all but disappeared....soon enough, another burst of rain crashed through the trees, and we decided to wait it out during lunch, but by the time we arrived, the rains were gone.

We had lunch at the Polynesian equivalent of a cafe, fixed between the pool and beach. Between the three of us, we shared a round of fresh tuna with sliced cucumber and carrots in a lime/coconut milk sauce. It was so delicious, we all vowed to order only that for lunch tomorrow! Not that everything else we ordered wasn't perfection...there's just something to be said for tuna sashimi in coconut milk. I also had smoked salmon on toast; Matt had a seared red tuna salad and Polynesian pizza; Susie was smart and stuck with greek salad and tuna.

After lunch (and more ray-soaking-uppage), Matt and I ventured out on foot through the shallow waters, past the farthest bungalow, towards the small islands that make up the atoll surrounding the main island.....We didn't make it, unfortunately... Instead, we found a coconut and decided to wrestle it open on the rocks near the beach. Matt did an amazing job of pounding the hapless fruit onto the rocks and, not too soon after, we were drinking the remainder of the coconut water (that hadn't leaked into the sea) and nibbling on the fleshy insides.

Wanting to go further out into the water, we borrowed paddles and life jackets from the activity desk, threw 2 kayaks into the water, and paddled out towards the horizon... It wasn't long until, instead of paying attention to nature, we were laughing and splashing each other and trying to hitch rides on each others kayaks, which Matt was able to do the longest.

Not wanting to miss what we heard to be glorious sunsets, we paddled back to shore and headed back to the bungalow to watch the show from our back deck. There is no rushing in Bora Bora.... even the sun knows this, taking all the time she needed to dip and wink at us while she slid behind the palms and into oblivion... jusqu'a demain, l'soleil.....

Three showers, 2 relaxing hours and one nap later, we headed out to dinner at the resort. Seated outside on the patio, we have a perfect view of the moon and tiki torches burning and reflecting on the ocean. As always, the food was perfection.... Susan ordered pumpkin soup and a fresh tuna plate. I also decided on pumpkin soup, as well as a fresh salmon and mahi mahi carpaccaio. Matt went with fresh tagliatelle pasta and sea scallops in a white truffle cream sauce.

Stuffed to the gills (no pun intended!) and sleepy from the sun, food and activity, we return to our bungalow to rest our eyes and bodies for another fantastical day in paradise... All is possible...

A bientot, mes amis!

2 tickets to paradise....ok three....!

5 June 2010

Bonjour, mes amis!

The French Polynesian Islands, being nothing short of amazing, are where I will come to die.

Upon waking this morning, we were greeted by the glorious sounds of dozens of birds outside singing their little hearts out, begging us to come outside and bask in the sunshine and ocean....so we did...

Susie and I went down to the open air restaurant for a breakfast of fresh fruits, croissant, french press coffee, and some good ol' scrambled eggs and bacon.

From the balcony of our suite, we are none of us able to take our eyes off the beauty that is Tahiti. We do not overlook the ocean, instead our view is towards the interior of the island and the volcano that formed this beautiful landscape. Embedded into the side of the mountains are various styles of homes and villages. Birds fly in a constant stream back and forth over the crest and into the clouds that seem to be content merely brushing the tip of this part of the earth.

We head down towards the oceanside pool which is separated from the sea only by a retaining wall. Poolside, there is a man made beach and a bar with submerged seats, so that leaving the water never has to be an option when one is in need of refreshment. We order a fruit blend of pineapple, mango and strawberry, content to sit and soak up the Tahitian rays and watch the natives paddle out towards another island, more remote than ours, to catch a few waves. Mostly they sit on their boards and talk, as the waves are few and far between this early in the day. Tourists and natives alike head out in motorboats, kayaks, jet skis and sailboats to take advantage of the crystal waters and swift ocean breezes carrying them far out to sea.

For now, we are content to stay in the safe harbor that seems to be our personal slice of heaven, for we are seemingly part of a tiny group of vacationers occupying this side of the island.

After a lunch of fresh baguette with ham, cheese and spicy american mustard, we gather ourselves and our things to board the plane for Bora Bora...

We were told by the travel agent that Bora Bora is the most beautiful of the French Polynesian islands, and many people, upon first sight of the island, promptly burst into tears. Expecting the worst and best, I crane my neck towards the window, silently willing the dual prop engine plane faster through the clouds. It is late afternoon and we are chasing the fast setting sun through the clouds and onto the tiny island of Bora Bora. When the plane finally descends through the clouds, the view is better than any picture, any dream, any imagining..... Simply put; breathtaking.

We are greeted with lei's and smiles at the airport, our bags are whisked away before us and we are guided onto the boat that will take us from the airport to the satellite island of Tevairoa and the Bora Bora Pearl Beach Resort.

In the open air hotel lobby, fresh lime juice and damp towels are presented to us, while we wait to be shown our home away from home for the week.... Nothing less than an overwater bungalow. Amazing.

We planned on having dinner in one of the resort restaurants, but we are so obsessed with our bungalow, we decide on room service. While waiting for our various foods to arrive, we brave the waist deep ocean water, get freaked out at the thought of sharks, turn all the lights on and off several times, find all the clever places where glass has been installed in the floors and countertops to allow prime water viewing while bathing, brushing teeth, lying in bed, sitting on the couch, writing at the desk, marvel at the week to come.....

When dinner finally arrives, we are no better than kids at christmas; choosing to sit on the floor around the glass box which serves as a coffee table and a window to the coral world below us, we watch the fish swim lazily by and discuss tomorrow's adventures...

A bientot!

Oh! The humidity!

So, the thing is....... I'm writing from Tahiti. Bam. Awesome.

Long story short, my incredible cousin, Susie-Belle Owens sent me a text a few months ago asking if I was free the first week of June for a Tahiti vacation....Being 1st April, I naturally thought it was a cruel joke....after much deliberation and reassurance from her son, Matt, as well, I soon realised this was indeed NOT a joke, and I was set to go on an adventure to Tahiti!!!

Fast forward to: 4th June.....

.......After a trip to from my apartment to the hotel in rush hour, a bus from the hotel to LAX, numerous security checkpoints, a walk to the gate, another bus from the gate to another terminal, a short walk across the tarmac.... we were on the airplane to Tahiti!!

The plane ride was pretty much as wonderful as they come.... We were given a menu, movie list, free alocohol, pillows, a blanket and a little goodie bag filled with a sleeping mask, socks, earplugs, hand wipes and earphones. Matt, Susie and I watched Leap Year on our little individual televisions, ate dinner, and were generally ridiculously excited to be in the air. Susie and I kept trying to decipher the French announcements before they were announced in English... She was much better than I was....

When we finally landed in Tahiti (specifically Papeete), we flew through customs and were greeted with lei's and a bus to take us to our hotel. We are staying at the Manava Resort in Papeete.....Ridiculously gorgeous.... Sadly, the sun had already set when we arrived, but on the flip side, we flew through a gorgeous sunset!

We checked into the room and ordered dinner...Cheeseburger for Matt, Mahi mahi for Susie and Sashimi for moi! Honestly, the best sashimi I've ever had in my life. I had coconut citrus tuna tartar, pepper salmon sashimi and wasabi mustard tuna sashimi...Ah-May-Zing.

After dinner, Susie and I dipped our tootsies into the pool and chatted for a bit.... Tomorrow we have a half day here in Papeete before we catch our little puddle jumper to Bora Bora. For those addicted to Google maps, like myself, we are specifically staying on a tiny island part of the Bora Bora atoll called Tevairoa at the Pearl Beach Resort (which actually shows up on Google maps!) We'll take a 45 minute flight from Paeete to Faanui (on Bora Bora) and then a boat to the resort, where we are living in an overwater bungalow for a week!!!

Stoked.

The weather here is fabulous (hence the title...) and reminds me so much of the Florida I love and miss....

Summertime.....too bad the livin' ain't easy!

Where does the time go? So many things have happened in the last 3 months, and I feel as though I don't remember half of them... March was full of background work and acting in my first film! It's called "Places Like These" and was a really awesome experience. I played the part of Sloane, who returned home after being away for 6 years after her alcoholic sister hit her with a car. The film is almost ready, and when I have a copy of it, for those who are interested, you can watch it when I get clearance from the director. Easter rolled around and Tim and I headed to Phoenix to spend time with grandparents, uncles and cousins. As always, the trip was too short, so we're planning another one very soon....You'd think six hours away would mean we were there once a month or so...I wish! As of now, we take work whenever we can get it and that sometimes means working weekends.

I production designed my first feature length film last month....it was crazy but rewarding. To give a little perspective... whenever you watch a television show, movie, music video... anything on the screen, the entire "world" of the show, movie, etc, is created by the Production Designer. Everything from bookshelves in the living room, wall deco, bathrooms, bedspreads...on and on and on... Now, the art team, spearheaded by the PD includes the Art Director (responsible for construction, painting and adapting existing locations for the needs of the production), Props dept, Set Dressers (responsible for interior deco according to the PD's vision), etc....So, the Art team is a well balanced, well oiled machine, and I was really stoked and honored to be asked to head it up.... Little did I know, I would not have an Art Director...Not have a Props Dept....Not have any Set Dressers... and I would only have 48 hours to prep a full length feature, whereas a normal prep time for what we call preproduction is a week, minimum. Now, I don't mind having my work cut out for me, but having little to no experience in the PD position made me more than a little nervous. Luckily I had a friend on board who helped with the bulk of the preproduction, but after that I was on my own to make all the creative decisions! Good thing I love being in charge....The director and DP (director of photography) were amazing and we all collaborated on the vision of the movie. I had fantastic help along the way from my pa's (production assistants) who were always on the ball and brimming with ideas... all in all, I think the movie was a success and I'm excited to see it (also incredibly nervous)...

Life is...

...good, but hard!

Ok, we all know that, right? I had a fantastic week last week. Worked every day, Monday thru Friday on various shows. Look for me in a bout a month on Brothers and Sisters, Cougartown and an MTV reality show with pro skateboarder Rob Drydek.

I was also a part of a very top secret project called "Manhattan". I honestly can't tell you what it really was, but I can say that it's the new movie being filmed by Kenneth Branagh with Anthony Hopkins and Renee Russo... I won't tell you to look it up on www.imdb.com ... But, when the movie does come out, I'll see if I can find myself, and I'll post where to find me!

Do look for me on this coming Monday's episode of Greek. I should have some good face time at the Panhellenic meeting with Catherine out in the courtyard.

Had a great Valentine's Day. I've always been opposed to the day because I don't think that the romantic ideals of a relationship can culminate on one single day. It's a day full of pressure and hollow gestures; giving roses, teddy bears and chocolates. Roses die, teddy bears are for children and chocolates make me fat. I would rather have a live plant, a trip to the zoo and sushi.

Two thirds of which, I got. My Vday gift was 7 vegetable and herb seed packets to be planted throughout the year, a new pot, organic potting soil and the obligatory sweetheart candies (no calories!). Tim and I took a nice long walk through our neighborhood and the park, then went to dinner at a sushi restaurant (not too expensive) before coming home and catching up on Glee.

We did look into a trip to the zoo, and found out that if you make a "donation", they have an annual pass, not only for the Los Angeles zoo, but zoos and aquariums all over SoCal. I'm pretty stoked about it, and it's on our list of things to save up for!

Unfortunately, we had Monday off. Apparently, nobody films on President's Day, so we went hiking instead. We drove out to the Santa Monica mountains and hiked in the preserve to a place called the grotto. It was a nice 3 mile hike, and there was enough rock climbing to satiate our need to scale bits of nature like lizards :o)

Came home, exhausted, made pizza from scratch and then went out for a beer with my cousin Krysty and the cousins who live here. Had a great time chatting and catching up with everyone and then it was home and off to bed!

Today I got paid to sit around and play poker for a print ad that will be on fulltilt.com
I don't know if I'll actually be in the picture because they kept moving us in and out of the shot, but look for it in a month or so!

I'll post more when I find out the air dates (or see myself) and other info for the shows I've been working on.

Sometimes

Sometimes
Things don't go your way.
Sometimes
You cover you ass as best you know how, but it still gets bitten.
Sometimes
I just feel like I don't know what I'm doing right or wrong.
Sometimes
I can't win for losing.
Sometimes
I wait too long and chances pass me by and now I have to pay the piper.

*sigh*

Live and learn I guess, but I sure wish I knew without learning....... Sometimes.

Up, Up and Awaaaaaaayyy!

That's what is happening to my career this year! It's only Feb 2nd, and already I had my Golden Birthday (I turned 27 on the 27th! ps, I'm totally ok with belated gifts), I got cast in a movie (more later), I'm booked for the month of March on a project, I got new headshots and I'm waiting to hear back on casting for a major motion picture!

*phew*

So, the movie. In mid-December, I was invited to audition for a short film a friend of a friend is filming. My friend, Maura, told me about her friend, Ronnie who wrote and will be directing a short film for her grad student thesis project. So, I went to the audition, and I was really happy with what I did and how it went, but I would have to wait a month before I heard anything... Over the month, I received a few emails from Maura (the production coordinator, also) checking my availability and letting me know that Ronnie couldn't decide between me and another actress for the lead role... So I waited... and waited...

...and waited...

...Till finally, on my birthday (!) I got a text from Maura telling me that Ronnie decided to cast me as the lead! WOOHOO!!!!! Filming doesn't begin until late March, so I've got time to figure out what the heck I'm supposed to do in front of a camera! It's a short film, only 20 min or so, about a girl who is coming home for the first time in 6 years. Her sister is an alcoholic and she has to figure out if she is able to forgive her sister for something.... *dun dun dunnnnnnnn* (dramatic music). It's called "Places Like These" and I will get a copy, but I have no idea when. Will update when I hear anything!

Now, I'm booked in March to be a part of the Art Department (Co Art Director, thankyouverymuch) on a new film. I know nothing about it, except that it will pay my bills, haha!

I finally got some new headshots. The ones I got over a year ago were good, but I don't have a light brown bob anymore, so I had to have pictures that look like me! A makeup artist friend told me and Tim about friends of hers that do a wicked cheap photo session a few times a year. So, we got dolled up (well, I did) and took our selves and our clothes and went and had a fun photo session with two wonderful professionals. One of them used to be a casting director, so she knows what pictures CD's look for and how to take them. I think I got a couple of good shots in, and it was only $50! I used my birthday money from Grandad and Grandma Barb to pay for mine and Tim's pictures, so I think it went to good use! I'll have a cd of my images sometime next week, and then comes the arduous process of picking the "good" ones.

Now, the major motion picture. I can't really say much because of the non-disclosure agreement I signed, but I can tell you that it is a Marvel comic film... the working title is "Manhattan" and it's going to be freaking awesome! Cross your fingers I get the call for a fitting this week, and I'll tell you more when I'm allowed!! It's not a speaking role; don't get too excited, but it will still be amazing to be a part of!

Dinner time!

It's been a while...

So, I fell off the blogging bandwagon over the last 6 months... Sorry!
Here's a quick recap:
August was slow for work. Did a lot of extra work and did some work for Allison and her contracting business.
September was more of the same. Tim got more work as a 2nd AD and we scraped thru.
October brought the advent of our first feature length film together! It's a low budget SAG film that we were both hired as crew for. I auditioned, but they cast a girl taller and thinner than me, so I hired on with Art Department instead. I was one of the 2 set dressers, which means I got to doll up the sets (bedrooms, bathrooms, etc) with the Production designer and Art director. Tim was on as the 2nd AD, which has become his go-to job on set when he's not acting.
November put us back to extra work and more work for me with Allison.
December gave us 2 weeks to get ready to go to NC for Christmas, but Tim got a lst minute gig in the Mojave desert for a week to AD so we pushed our flights back a week to make some more dough before we went mia for 3 weeks!
Christmas was wonderful, as usual. We had three fantabulous weeks hanging out with friends and family, just relaxing and eating. A lot.
We did regrout the kitchen floor and paint the upstairs bathroom, so we weren't completely lazy!
The day after xmas the whole family drove up to VA to hang with the LeRoy's up there and I slipped away to hang with my friends from the theatre I worked at when I lived there. I hadn't seen them in about a year, so it was a wonderful reunion :o)
Then we headed to Charlotte, NC, to see more LeRoy's (can't get enough!).
I hated leaving, but if this famous actor thing is going to work out, I have to get back to the grindstone!
So far January has been quite productive. I spent 16 hours on set of the new Judd Apatow movie and met an incredibly cool girl who I'm excited to be friends with. Most of the day was was spent listening to Russell Brand o stand up. If you've not heard of him, youtube him! He can be a little dirty, but he's mostly just brilliant and hilarious.
As we were flying back to SoCal from NC, Tim got a call for a 2nd AD gig that will take him until the end of the month. We were so freaking excited!!
Then, even better, he was able to pull me on as well. I'm mostly assisting but it's a steady paycheck (called cash) and I'm guaranteed work until the 30th of the month. It's not acting, is what you're thinking, BUT Tim and I got thrown into the movie, haha! It's a horror film and our characters are sneaking into a party at a haunted house and as we're sneaking around this huge scary dude who's been killing people grabs us and throws us over a railing and we somehow survive and run out of the house, and big scary dude continues killing people for some reason. Yesterday we shot the scene where Tim and I are sneaking up the stairs and a insert shot of our feet dangling (he's holding us up by the head). Today we got to do a bit of stunt work shooting the end of the scene where we land after being dropped and run/limp out of the house. How I fell down through a flight of stairs onto a wood floor in 6 inch platform heels without breaking/twisting my leg/ankle is a mystery to me, but it works I guess!
So if we don't get edited out, Tim and I will be on the big(ish) screen! I don't know that this will be a theatre release, but if anyone wants to see the clip, I'm sure we can make that happen.
Have your people call my people.