ABOUT LAST NIGHT

I went to a great friends wedding yesterday, Merideth Kahn. Congratulations.

My role lately: union work

Anyone who has ever worked in a union, knows you can almost never say no.... to Work.

Well lucky for me I have Work, and on a movie driving the talent. They refer to him or her "number one".

For the union I drive trucks, vans, and for this project, its been 4 suvs. I am talent driver for this gig.

When working on a movie - well how can express this particular situation - you have very little personal time in a five day period of filming or " flat"-
I am slated for a 64 hour work week and there is always overtime.
There are only 120 hours in the week, with roughly 30 hours for sleep and if I can find it, a solid 26 hours for myself. A solid 26 hours of great god damn exhausted gold.

Last night number one wrap'd early,
After driving him home from set, traffic took some of those precious 26 away from me- 1.5 hours to get home. Making me available for a wedding I thought I would miss.

I arrive so close to on time, I pretend to feel profesional and in control.
For this month and next's making the rent and bills I haven't the luxery of my own hours...said prior.

While banter and bullshit is kicked about I was speaking excitedly with the brides best friend, about my luck and ability to attend so early or at all.
My smile failed to convince her to match mine. A wicked thing must have came through to push her an eye brow raised and devil winded her lips down ward-
As she said "you would have missed the wedding for a movie.?"
Scourn me you pretty green pocketed people.
I said so quick and confident like a winning hand of black jack - " i didn't rent the fucking thing, I have to work on it."

My white wine became mortuary freezer stiff and solid to my lips like iced concrete. I walked off the social set and yes like the proverbial old timed good guys I wore fucking white. ! Be cool, yo. Thank christ my lady showed up soon after.