Criminal Intent.

Yesterday was a fun day. We were shooting in someones 16 million dollar house in the West Village on Hudson street. Holy smokes it is beautiful down there. Very quiet, lots of dogs and kids. I had a 2 hour window for lunch and ate some incredible linguine and white clam sauce at a hole in the wall Italian place. Opie from the Opie and Anthony radio show came down with his 9 month old son to visit. My man La Machine came down too. It was a pretty relaxing day in that I only had three sentences of dialogue. I managed to get one of the three sentences wrong though. The script supervisor had to walk up to me between a couple of takes and point out my mistake. That is the walk of shame. When a woman holding an enormous binder with a script in it and a stop watch around her neck starts weaving through crew members to speak with you, it is ONLY because you have made a mistake.

During one of my breaks, I wandered off the reservation and went to Sunglass Hut and to more importantly to the Marc Jacobs book store. The book store was filled with FABULOUS men. These guys all had the bodies and tattoos of UFC fighters and had the style of Perry Farrell. I seemed to be very popular in the book store as I walked in wearing my designer wardrobe clothes, new Ray bans and holding a tea cup Yorkie. Everyone seemed to think I was pretty fabulous too. I bought a super cool book of very early Cindy Sherman photos. That was a real find. It was like finding treasure.

I woke up today with a bit of a sore throat which according to Murphy’s Law means I will have strep or something by tomorrow when I have the most dialogue. I am looking around for a good acupuncturist to try and needle it out. I didn’t sleep well. It has been a while since I have been on a set. I now remember why you don’t keep drinking the free coffee during the day. I woke up around seven times last night to pee.

The rains have come. New York is awash in the heavens and showering herself with stars. I have three lines of dialogue again today. Each one precious and guarded by a powerful woman with a binder and holding a stopwatch.

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