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Coincidentally, our marathon weeklong shoot began on Day 21--which means our production was officially old enough to drink. Who were we to argue? First on the scene to our awesome location for the Dixon house was Stacey, me, Mark, and Maura--the four benefactors behind the "vacation," though to call it that is pretty silly. But when we arrived, Stacey & I catalogued every detail of every room in our mind to be sure that everything would be returned to their exact positions. Every item we brought in had a specific, precise place (the equipment room, the prop closet, the wardrobe closet), which we surprisingly kept to for the week. Lou arrived with a contractor bag full of buns. And eight containers of Fluff. It would be far funnier if that's all he brought, but in fact the Fluff containers had pasta and chicken salads, and he also brought platters of dessert, lasagna, and other food swag he stole from some European Monkey Football event that he had attended. Lou wasn't supposed to be part of the shoot this week, as he was having ACL surgery on Wednesday, but given my inability to set up a light on my own, he gave into my pleadings and came that first night. Then he proceeded to nap for the next two days. And, as usual, once he left we were very sad because his napping presence always helps us work for God knows what reason. Besides Stacey, our other superstars for the night--Jim, Amy, and Tony--arrived. And 75% of those in attendance had the appropriate wardrobe. We soon found out we wouldn't be shooting very much (i.e. nothing) that first night, which was probably fine since we were all tired from the drive and the unpacking. Though it might have been nice to shoot something since we had a lot scheduled, but one of the actors did not remember his sweater, though I will not name names. Although using the masculine pronoun really does exclude Amy & Stacey. Also it wasn't Tony's fault. So what did we shoot that first night? Close-ups of Amy cutting vegetables (she did a great job). Close-ups of Amy chopping garlic (also great). Close ups of water boiling (we looked away, so that it would work). Close ups of Tony scraping the burnt tops off of buns (very dramatic). Essentially the whole night played like a Food Network show, with not much of a recipe to follow, but I would suggest adding an ingredient next time: Jim's sweater. Drink of the night: wine. Song of the night: Hot Tranny Banana (to the tune of "Hot Child in the City") Catchphrases of the night: "Ty-rell!" and "Mark, it's not your fault." Bedtime: 3:00 AM
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