Right, so, I said two weeks ago that I'd be back next week with more Tales From Yuri's Anus Imagination, and then I fucking talked about Twitter. Sue me, I'm sucked into that internet whore just like every other celebrity I know... through Twitter.
So we left off with Gino getting a haircut and then delivering us some delicious Little Caesar's pizza. We destroyed those pies with a gusto formerly relegated to Dean Stockwell threatening to mercilessly pry open Ellen's brain for clues to the secret of Cylon regeneration.
Oh, sorry. Spoiler alert in prior paragraph.
Anyhoo, after a quick break and miraculously no defecating (if you'd seen that bathroom, you'd know why), we all started to get back to work. Gino had to head out again to pick up another pizza, because the prior ones he'd brought just didn't cut it, and we were predictably floundering about without his constant cries of "Work harder not smarter, assholes!"
We needed the break, it had to be after midnight and we knew we had several more hours to go.
Everything's going fairly well and then Gino returns with the next round of pizza. No haircut this time, but when Yuri opens the box I notice something odd. Let's re-enact it:
Me: It's not sliced.
That's pretty much it. We have one big round fucking slab of dough with cheese and sauce all over it, and no slices.
Gino is so insanely borderline incompetent when it comes to pizza retrieval.
His next errand though faired a bit better, as he returned at around 2 or 3 AM with a bottle of Glenfiddich Scotch and some plastic cups. Yes, that's right, Gino is officially awesome. I'll tell you this man, I'll tell you this, one sip of that shit cleared up my burning eyes and Yuri's sore throat. One sip for each of us not, like, one sip total.
I'm a Glenfiddich fan until the bitter end.
We finally managed to wrap it all up at that location (seen the rough cut, it looks amazing as usual), then we all start loading the van for the trip back to the hotel. Fairly uneventful drive except to say that Justin can't even follow a map on his GPS-enabled 3G iPhone.
We all got to the hotel and hit our respective sacks at about 6 AM (fun fact: I woke up the prior morning at 4:30 AM), and our call time the following day was supposed to be 9. Yeah right, Gino made the call to push that to 12 Noon while on the ride to the hotel.
Guess what time Dustin, Hillary, and I (sharing a room; me and Dustin in one bed, Hill in another) woke up? 11 AM. Guess what time everyone else woke up? 12 Noon. Par for the course. We had some breakfast at a little coffee shop on the corner then finished the shoot at the second location.
I can't really discuss the second location without giving away too much about the project, plus it all went swimmingly (read: boringly) anyway, so we'll just skip it.
Hopefully Yuri can drop by soon with some details on the project itself, because we can't wait for you all to see the finished product. It's phenomenal. Stick a "fucking" in there too, like "phenome-fucking-nal", no, or "phenomena-fucking-l". That's the one.
The moral though is that I just got paid for the job and I'm hoping that my good-natured but 100% intentional insults ingratiate me enough with Gino to keep us all working all year long. Thanks for reading!