That shiny silver lining

That shiny silver lining

Despite not getting the new apartment (and who didn't see that one coming?), today turned out to be pretty entertaining for several reasons. Let me elaborate:

I was supposed to drive John Larroquette to "The Craig Kilborn Show" after work yesterday, but we wrapped early. Because of this, he decided to hang out at his house for a bit and drive himself. No skin off my nose. I discovered today that he'd gotten into a fender bender on his way to the show. No one was hurt, so I find it hilaaaaarious.

I met most of the residents of the trailer park we shot in, and they completely blew away my schema of the kind of people I think of when I think "trailer park". They were clean, kind, well-spoken and had all their teeth.

Because Burkey, my stunt guy friend, was on set today, a lot of cool stuff defaulted to me.

One of the kids who lived in the trailer park asked if this movie was "uncut" because he "heard something earlier". I think it might have been when Larroquette yelled across the set, "Andrew! Where's the fuckin' pisser?" I stifled a smile when I told the kid we worked for the Hallmark Channel.

We crashed a car into one of our own trailers as part of one of the stunts.

I got home and found a fat paycheck waiting for me with a lot of overtime tacked on. I thought I was only going to get about $375 after taxes, but due to overtime pay it turned out to be $475 after taxes.

And I got a Friendster message from this guy, who I don't know.

Rick
Subject header: hey bro
Message: What's up man, you into dudes?

It wouldn't feel like home if gay men were't sending me half-naked pictures of themselves and inquiring about my sexual orientation. Apparently they tracked me to California. God bless you, Friendster. Rick, man. If you're reading this, I gotta tell you that I'm straight. I really should make that clearly known on that site. I believe you are lucky number seven.

I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but that's everything off the top of my head. Yeah, I don't have a place to live yet, but I had such a great day to make up for it. Chalk it up to karma.

I'm also squatting in my own (current? old?) apartment until August 28 when the landlords are supposed to return. Loopholes, go!

D

[UPDATE: I forgot one other great thing that happened today. Seth, a fellow PA, usually has classic rock playing on the radio when he uses the production van to shuttle actors back and forth from base to set. I never changed it when John and I hopped in the van so I could take him home at the end of the day. We drove in silence for about twenty minutes with Larroquette in his typical passenger-pensive pose with the radio down low when Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2" came on. We both sat there doing nothing for a few seconds. Then Larroquette's hand moved slowly to the dial and cranked that mother. It was amusing and something I wanted to do myself at the same time.]