sore in 37 different places
My break has pretty much been spent chilling at home, relaxing, playing sims 2, and not really doing anything productive. In the midst of all this, i get a call from my agency saying I got a job as supporting cast in One Life To Live and that I should go fill in the paperwork the day before.
So I leave on Wednesday, bringing nothing with me except my little jelly bag, and the people at wardrobe call me AFTERWARDS to tell me what to bring. That annoyed me, but I decided to let it go thinking I could go back to Maryland first to get my stuff. What made it worse was the fact that the lady I had to see gave me a number to call AFTER 4pm to check my shooting time.
I’m as nervous as anything and praying my heart out hoping the shooting time would be later than 12pm. Wrong. It was at 9 am. 9 AM. I had to stay over in New York without my outfits, my toiletries, my anything. I had no idea where to find a hotel or a mall, and my cellphone was dying. I thought I was going to end up in a hostel with my arms and legs missing in the morning.
Luckily my boyfriend called his sister who then got us directions to Marriot and we found a Macy’s close by to buy the clothes I needed. It was 10pm by the time I finished doing everything and my feet were dying. So by the time we got back to the hotel I pretty much collapsed and died.
I had to wake up at 7am the next morning, catch the metro to the shoot location, and the wardrobe guy Dave (why do these guys always have to talk like girls?) was going around and selecting outfits for everyone. And so with my luck, the dress he chose just wouldn’t zip up for me and I was running as late as anything. Thank God for this other girly guy at wardrobe who helped me zip up. So I ran for dear life and realized they were just taking attendance. Grr. Afterwards I sit in the dressing room for literally 3 hours doing nothing except talking to other girls about boob jobs and nasty boyfriends. Fun.
Then for the next 7 hours, I was in the studio, standing there with my heels in this little black dress and freezing my ass off. I was thirsty, tired, and hungry, so by the time lunch break rolled around, I was more than ready to leave. My boyfriend was sitting in the lobby waiting for me, and he saw the whole shooting process on TV. Apparently, I had the angriest face he’s ever seen since going out, but heck, I’m not surprised. After lunch we come back for more torture and pain, though as perks I did get to see Mary J. Blige and listen to her sing live. Yay? And I got to dance with some cute white guy who was almost twice my height.
I was so relieved to finally LEAVE at 7pm that I’m pretty sure I was the first to run out that building. I’ll skip the rest of my unfortunate evening, but let’s just say by the time I finally got back home, it’s was 3 am, and I could barely stand, let alone walk. I had the best sleep of my life ever that night.This trip wasn’t completely ALL bad though. I did get a haircut there before going to fill in paperwork and my hairdresser was absolutely adorable and hilarious. And for what the lady did to my hair back in MD, he did a pretty good job fixing it. And he was very very cute. Hehehe.
But in all seriousness, what really made this trip not complete hell was the fact that I had my boyfriend with me. Oh my God, I do not know what I would have done without him. ???
