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wayward daughter signing on.

it's been a rough day.
we haven't even started shooting yet, and the production office is trying to kill us, pull rank, and drive us to drink (as if they needed much effort to do that!)

we cannot order the needed uniforms for reasons unbeknownst to this earth. i think that the production office has severe schizophrenia because they give us a different person to talk to each time we call to try and resolve the same fuckin' issue. so, we're standing in the middle of a god-forsaken walmart calling california and begging them to hold our uniforms, and then we're on the phone right back to production having to argue with them and help them organize their own production office. it's not MY fault they don't have a fax machine!!! wait, who the hell works in a production office without a fax machine???

i just wish people were more competent. and like i said, it's not even the first day of shooting, and i'm having to relay information between a producer who has been run out of the production office and refuses to work with them at this point. a-mazing.


so, abby and i did a little shopping therapy. i bought a cute anchor key-chain, some cheapo earrings, a candle for our hotel room, and beef jerky. abby purchased a very cute jacket and a sweater. we almost bought two of the same denim short skirt jumpers. we wanted to wear them on set together with red lipstick and big fat snow boots, to boot. obnoxious? ...

the best way to combat production mayhem is to:
1. drink whenever possible; that's a given
2. hone the art of being subtly, yet overtly obnoxious; ergo the WARDROBE TWINS
3. refer to completely fictional staff, and take on their persona when production can't get their shit together. thus, abby and i have hired a slew of gay-boy unpaid interns, as well as a few pa's to run errands for us. (note: these people don't actually exist. but if the production office can have a bevy of people working and get absolutely nothing accomplished, then we can have imaginary an staff and be totally on top of our shit.)


on a side note: it's totally white up here. i miss my boroughs.

we head out to plattsburgh tomorrow... check in to the hotel. do some damage control. drink.

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wayward daughter signing on.
far away (from the north country).
burlington, vermont.

gorgeous snow drifts out here. up to my hips.
i'm sure they are a pain in the ass for all who live and toil here.
but, for a southern cali girl, man-oh-man! it's an unreal winter wonderland!

thanks to my sorel caribous (heretofore referred to as "the caribous"), i am saved. one cannot f-around with cowboy boots, uggs, or any leather sort of uninsulated shoe. you gotta go hardcore, my friend. and i am oh so hard core.

abby (costumer) and i drove for about, oh, eight hours from manhattan to burlington, vermont. swapping stories- you know typical loves gone awry, bad bad choices, people we almost killed, cute boys, family sagas. anything that could help explain the person that the other one was sitting next to. abby and i will be sharing a room for an entire month, but our friendship has been very easy and natural, it seems.

really, abby is an amazing gal. we are stayed in her family home the first night. we arrived to celebrate her grandmother's 94th birthday. abby's aunt and mother prepared dinner and had wine waiting for us when we walked in the door and shook the snow off our boots.

the food was wonderful. home-made crabcakes, wheat pasta, and an amazing apple pie.

abby's grams told stories about growing up in manhattan and the dog and cat fought ruthelessly under the table whilst we drank and laughed.



pretty good deal so far...

until...