Break a Leg

So here I am in lovely Lafayette, basking in the 76-degree heat (not too bad!) and waiting for my chance to sell a fruity carbonated beverage to a foreign nation.

I am on set for a commercial for some French soft drink. No, I haven't had any yet. No I don't think I want to. Let me put it another way: I've probably already had it, and so have you. Only maybe you called it Fresca or something.

Anyway, I have two big scenes that I think will steal the show, much like in every project I do. There's this one where I get out of bed, and then this other where I take out the garbage. Imagine watching a 30-second commercial where you see someone get out of bed and take out the garbage (amongst several other scenes of other people doing other things), then imagine yourself thinking “Wow, that guy totally made me want to buy that soft drink.” Can't do it, can you? That, my friends, is the magnitude of the task I have set before me.

Don't worry, you'll never see this commercial. It's only for French eyes, though through the magic of YouTube I'm sure it will make its way over here. Only you won't know what the hell anyone is talking about, because it's in French.

If you follow me on Twitter then you know that I got here around 330 PM and have to work tomorrow. Bitchin'. The life of a working actor is awesome, and by working actor I mean an actor who has a day job too.

We're shooting today at a private residence, which when you're shooting a professional thing is galaxies apart from shooting in a private residence with Yuri. Listen up Yuri, this is where I tell everyone how much better you are than anyone else.

We shot this thing a couple weekends ago at Daniela's house, though she was still in England. Yuri, Justin, Dashiell, and I. Daniela's parents were there, which is fun because her Dad treats Justin like the son he never wanted. Yuri said before we walked in that Daniela's father looks like Mario, which is totally wrong because he looks like Ron Jeremy.

So it's about 120,000 degrees there in Novato and Daniela's father is apparently doing laps around the house in nothing but what I hope are shorts, just walking around the place endlessly. Then they stick me in a hole in the floor and have me pop out like a Drew-In-The-Box, and then we head over to their middle school and we take turns manhole-diving for the perfect shot. See Justin:

So we're all planning on just hitting a chinese place before heading home but Daniela's father will have nothing of that. He whips together a meal for us (which is 4 more people than they were expecting to feed), which is quite possibly one of the best meals I've ever eaten. The block of Romano cheese the size of my head alone would have been plenty for me. There's fine wine and good conversation, and then Justin goes and takes his shirt off. See Justin:

And here I am today in Lafayette and one of the production assistants just asked me not to sit on the chairs that belong to the homeowners... because they may not like that.