Some guy making an independent film called the office wanting permission to do a few scenes in front of our office and at the rooftop pool……………. on Sunday.

I was obviously at the wrong place at the wrong time… (Standing next to my boss’ desk when she fielded the call).

Before you could say “Shanghai” – yours truly was committed to being on-site to supervise and tend to any needs the filmmakers may have.

It wasn’t malicious…. The boss thought it’d be fun and up my alley of interest.
(One out of two assumptions right ain’t bad.)

What she didn’t realize that when a director says “Oh – we just have to do two scenes” – they really mean: “We’ll need about 6 to 8 hours”.

Film shoots are every bit as boring and tedious as architectural photography shoots I worked on with Alise in yesteryear. (except there’s more people involved)…. It’s really only interesting if you’re “working” – and then suddenly you don’t notice that you’ve spent two hours filming a hand open a glove box.

I showed up at 2PM when they were supposed to be there.
They crew of starry-eyed 20-somethings didn’t show up till 4PM… of course – their early shoot ran long.

One of the gal’s from the leasing department who had volunteered to be an extra in the second scene showed up… We excused ourselves from set and went around the corner and threw down margaritas while the crew worked.

All I missed back home was planting yucca plants all over the west hill… but Sunday’s the only day all three of us are off of work – so I’m becoming grumpily protective of the day in my old age.

Jah, Jah… I’m not bitching… it’s fine.

I’m not blogging either.