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November 18, 2003 - 11:41 am

Let's Make A Picture!

Hangovers are for the little people.

Yesterday, I woke up feeling fine. Normally, I’d expect this on any given day, but I spent the night before drowning in four different types of free Absolut. My Monday morning was very much unlike my Sunday morning, in that Sunday was characterized by a headache that had me wondering if my brain was trying to push itself through the upper right part of my skull. I was paying the price for a few shots of some extraordinarily cheap tequila, which, of course, seemed like a fine idea at the time.

But on Monday, I happily drove along to work feeling very thankful for Hollywood world premieres, bountiful hors d’oeuvres, and free quality alcohol.

I found myself complaining about my weekend to two different people yesterday, but once I bounced it off the both of them, I realized in retrospect that it was actually pretty cool, and I was just exhausted and in need of some good couch, food, and TiVo time.

Jessica, as we were leaving work yesterday: “How was your weekend?”

Me: “God, I’m so fucking tired. Saturday, I spent twelve hours shooting my roommates movie. Then, I woke up Sunday morning and spent another five hours shooting. After that, I went to Robin’s show, then out to dinner, then to the world premiere of ‘Monster’ and the after party. It was so busy.”

Her: That sounds like quite a full weekend to me.

Then, in the course of emailing with Sally, I told her everything I did, and said I just wanted to go home and relax on the couch to make up for my lack of a real weekend. She wrote me back: “um, did you not just read your email about how you partied with christina ricci and charlize theron? yeah, some people might consider that to be part of a 'real weekend'. Weirdo.”

The subject line of her email was “You’re so LA.”

Monster was amazing, by the way. Before, Theron was just someone I confused with any other blond in a movie. Her performance was fantastic. I think this is her ‘Boys Don’t Cry.’

All in all, it was a damn good weekend. Shooting the short looks like it’s going to be a huge time commitment, but that’s the way it goes. As I was lyying there in bed, my cute, scantily clad co-star nestled under my arm while we waited for them to set up the lights for the next scene, I thought to myself “Yeah, I could get paid for this. This is not a bad life.”

I really do need to get paid for that kind of thing. I was only paid in pizza and praise on Saturday, and, granted, it was some pretty tasty pizza, but as we say in LA, pizza doesn’t buy beach houses, unless, of course, you’re dealing with a crazy person that would trade their beach house for pizza, which is rare.

Yep, that’s how the saying goes. True story.

Help me out, if you can. Do any of you remember a PBS series called “Rock & Roll: An Unruly History”? I watched it, loved it, bought the book, and had a bit of it on VHS, which I haven’t been able to find in years. I’ve been thinking about it lately, and if anyone knows where I can get a copy off at least the punk rock/70’s music episode, I would love you forever.

Someone put a FHM magazine in our company men’s bathroom, which is dangerous for more reasons than I care to think about.

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