Dude, Where’s My Latte? « What the hell?

Posted by: Pixiedyke | July 22, 2006

Dude, Where’s My Latte?

This weekend, the 48 Hour Film Project is sweeping downtown. Having never really had any part in film production, much less a production that only has 48 hours from start to finish, I was excited when Swirly called to see if I would agree to be an extra. Even though I experienced Overwhelming Drama (someone else’s) that kept me up until All Hours last night, I was up and at ‘em at 9 am, dressed and downtown within half an hour of her call.

So I put my change in the meter and wandered down to Temptations, the setting for several of the movie’s scenes. It’s a classy bar that serves dessert, with a dance floor downstairs. Swirly would like to nominate it for Hangout Bar status, since they have $5 Jaeger Bomb specials. Today, however, it was full of tripods and lights and cameras and people I didn’t know: wandering around, rewriting the ending, arguing about last night’s rewrite, setting up shots.

Thrilling! For about an hour.

I went to refill my meter. I had a cigarette.

Shut up, at least it wasn’t a steak.

I went to refill my meter and get breakfast at Over Easy. While I was ordering my bagel, Swirly called and told me they had discovered that extras would not actually be needed until 5 ish. So now, I’m taking a nap.

I’ll be in my trailer.

To see the film I was in, be at Asheville Pizza and Brewing

Group B, Screening on Tues., July 25, at 8:00pm Wed., July 26 at 10:30pm, or Thu. July 27 at 5:30pm

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Responses

Yo, that’s weird. I was at Temptations last night, where I decided to consider it as a potential downtown hangout. Except I heard it’s a nose candy emporium, which is kinda obvious from the red walls, disco ball, and nasty carpeting. But the jams were kickin’ 80’s style and you know how I feel about that. “Let’s hear it for the boys” KB, whose drama was this?

By: Taryn on July 22, 2006
at 4:12 pm

The Screamer and The MetalMan. The Screamer went over to talk to guys she knew in high school, one of them had his arm around her and may or may not have grabbed her ass. The MetalMan lost his shit, yelled at her for five minutes, then stormed out. BMcK talked him down a bit, The Screamer was completely confused about the entire situation. Of course, it didn’t help that they were both intoxicated to the point of slurred speech.

So Jules and I brought The Screamer back to my apartment and had good discussion about the situation, while MetalMan called her CONSTANTLY for An Hour And A Half. We didn’t answer after the first time, when we told him that she was safe, he shouldn’t worry.

There’s more to this story that BMcK can add.

By: Kathryn on July 22, 2006
at 8:00 pm