Tuesday, December 22, 2009
last day of "sugarloaf" @ 5:31 PM
Aw, guys, I’m so sad that “Sugarloaf” is over. That went by way too quickly.
It’s so weird, finally when I feel completely comfortable and I fit in and I’m having so much fun… it’s just over. Man, but it’s like… addicting, being on set. God, that’s what I want to do with the rest of my life. I want to be in that business. It’s just so fucking fascinating, I really mean that. And it’s odd for me to go to work and just… fuck, love it like that. I’ve never had a job I went to that I loved. That even though I’m functioning on barely any sleep, jacked up on Redbull for twelve hours, I’m still happy.
You know, my friend told me this would change my life. I’m starting to think he’s right. God, I am so pumped now for the movie in April. Move the fuck over Shreveport, Mary’s coming through. LOL. Okay that was lame, but hey. I’m giddy at the moment.
So yeah, today I could get to set and back on my own and I that was a huge relief because I hate relying on other people. I was actually supposed to work yesterday, Paul, the producer, emailed me last night and was like “Where were you?!” and that was all Patrick, the casting director’s, fault cause he told me I was off. So yeah. I had Paul texting me last night to make sure I was coming in today, and Pete too… who I believe was one of the ADs. I think.
So yeah. Five hours of sleep, get on Marta and get my ass to downtown Atlanta. We all met in the Hilton, which was where we had lunch, but we were filming in a bar down the street. There was 75 extras today for one four page scene. We were all cramped in a little room which I think was the “VIP section”. Anyway, this day was completely the best day ever cause we were working the entire day. It’s so much better when you are, cause downtime makes me wanna take a flippin’ nap.
So yeah, Pete came over and was intensely nice to me today, I’m not sure why. I mean he knew who I was the other days, but we never really talked. He was all “Hey, how are you? Got your text last night. How’s [so and so – edited for, well, just because I am], haven’t seen him in forever… yada yada.” Maybe he finally put my face to my name, I’m not sure. But yeah, he was much more pleasant today. He was kind of a screaming-oriented man during the hospital scenes LOL. But that's his job.
Uh… right. So I’m at the bar. Pete gives me HELLA stage directions. Talk to one guy for a minute, then go over to the other side of the bar and say hi to someone, then come back, a couple comes up and we talk a bit, then me and the first guy cross behind the actors and go all the way back around again back to our original spot. So the first time we did this take, when I go over the guy I was supposed to just say hi to on the other end of the bar, somehow it turned into drunk flirty sluttiness. It was so great, really it was. Both of us got really into it, and apparently we were amusing the other extras. Someone complimented me on my acting (which hi, I never even knew I could, at least not well enough to get complimented on it) and then another guy came up to me and was like “GIRL, I LOVE YOU! You are being such a little slut over there and it is freaking FABULOUS.” You can guess his sexual orientation lol. He was sweet xD
So yeah, eventually it turned into the first guy being my boyfriend, and I leave him to go drunk flirt with that other guy, then when I come back we have a little couples fight and I storm off and he follows, which is how we crossed behind the actors. I have to say, it’s so much better when you actually have some kind of story, even though I’m sure you’ll only see me in the scene very briefly in the background.
Uh, somewhere in the middle of all that I get to say hi and talk with Paul for a little bit. He seems to really like me, which is good, cause my friend told me that I like, for serious need to get his approval. It’s kind of vital for me to be hired on for other projects.
Went out for a cigarette break at one point, and one of the actors, Carlos Gómez, came out and had one with me. Just bullshit talked for a bit, then I was like “You were on Charmed, right?” and we joked a bit about how he’s gonna go all demon again and kill off everyone. I don’t know, LOL. It was amusing for a bit. But see? That’s what I meant before about the actors and having an entirely different air when you’re on set. Everyone is just people. It’s really nice.
So yeah. Um, near the end of the day the bartender apparently decides I’m the hottest fucking thing since sliced bread. While in the middle of a scene he came up to me and started whispering. Which, first of all, we are not supposed to whisper. We’re supposed to fake talk. So you know what the first thing he says to me is? “You look kinky, have you ever been a dominatrix?” And I thought he was shitting me, just trying to fuck with me, so I let it go. Then for like three scenes after that he kept coming up to me, while we’re FUCKING filming, and whispering about how he wants to have hot kinky dom/sub sex with me. I told him I’m a lesbian, but this mother fucker just couldn’t take a hint.
Okay, I don’t like to be the tattle tale. But everyone could see how much it was bothering me, so they told me to go tell someone. So I get Paul and explain the situation, and he got kinda pissed. He was like “That’s so wrong, so inappropriate, I’m sorry.” So I run away while apparently he went the fuck off on this dude in front of everyone and fired him. I came back and so many people ran up to me and was like “Oh my god, what happened? What was he saying to you? I’m so glad you told someone,” and all that.
I feel kind of bad for getting him fired, but we were there to work. This isn’t a fucking date line, mother fucker. And I sure as hell ain’t gonna go on one with you.
But yeah, fun day. Tried to find Pete and Paul before I left, but the guy I got fired was still there, glaring at me like nobody’s freaking business, so I high tailed it out of there to get away from him. Texted them both my thanks though.
Sigh. Back to hideous stripping work for the next couple months… then the real fun begins.
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