04-23-2018, 03:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-23-2018, 04:49 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Relatively safe? This place is so mellow, brother. Too mellow. It makes me nervous.
So I'm in this huge room with two private bedrooms each with a private bath, and a full kitchen with fridge, microwave, stove, and dishes. I must be rooming with another out-of-town cast mate because this is ridiculous if it's just me. I have a lovely view of the parking lot. Home for the next two weeks.
Apart from my upcoming date with Greg, I'm meeting my Shaolin disciple brother tonight for dinner. We haven't seen each other in the flesh in years. One of my reggae accomplices has invited me to a show at the Mint on Wednesday night, which sounds cool but I'm declining because I have to be up early to film the next day, and then to some Hip Hop fest on the Queen Mary this weekend. He's a promoter, a hustler, and works for a pot dispensary and says he can get me in to anything. Sunday is my date with Greg. Not sure about Saturday - that's tempting. We'll see. I'd have to make it out to Long Beach. I might just pass on all that and just meet him for some single malts somewhere.
Tomorrow is my talking head scenes at Defy. That's where it's just me for hours, spilling my guts in front of bright lights and a camera, trying to act like an expert. Last year, I flew down, did it and flew back in a day. I'm glad this is at the beginning because it's the lion's share of the info dump, and I can get that out of the way first. Wednesday and Thursday are the War Room scenes. Those will be tricky because it's the cast. Then it's the tests. That's the fun part, and it's mostly improv because we don't really know how it'll go.
The front desk says the upgraded me to a double because they were all out of kings. Not sharing it with another cast member. Now I have separate two bedrooms and bathrooms. Way too much space. Should I alternate?
So I'm in this huge room with two private bedrooms each with a private bath, and a full kitchen with fridge, microwave, stove, and dishes. I must be rooming with another out-of-town cast mate because this is ridiculous if it's just me. I have a lovely view of the parking lot. Home for the next two weeks.
Apart from my upcoming date with Greg, I'm meeting my Shaolin disciple brother tonight for dinner. We haven't seen each other in the flesh in years. One of my reggae accomplices has invited me to a show at the Mint on Wednesday night, which sounds cool but I'm declining because I have to be up early to film the next day, and then to some Hip Hop fest on the Queen Mary this weekend. He's a promoter, a hustler, and works for a pot dispensary and says he can get me in to anything. Sunday is my date with Greg. Not sure about Saturday - that's tempting. We'll see. I'd have to make it out to Long Beach. I might just pass on all that and just meet him for some single malts somewhere.
Tomorrow is my talking head scenes at Defy. That's where it's just me for hours, spilling my guts in front of bright lights and a camera, trying to act like an expert. Last year, I flew down, did it and flew back in a day. I'm glad this is at the beginning because it's the lion's share of the info dump, and I can get that out of the way first. Wednesday and Thursday are the War Room scenes. Those will be tricky because it's the cast. Then it's the tests. That's the fun part, and it's mostly improv because we don't really know how it'll go.
The front desk says the upgraded me to a double because they were all out of kings. Not sharing it with another cast member. Now I have separate two bedrooms and bathrooms. Way too much space. Should I alternate?
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