Monday was an exciting day on set. We were shooting in SoHo and I got to drop Sweets' name at Balthazar in order to take out lunch from the restaurant (they typically don't allow it and have a side establishment for to-go orders which are pre-packaged and not nearly as nice). I must say, I was afraid at first it might not work, but they jumped to quite quickly. I made my way back to her trailer and had to do this roundabout manouver to get inside since you have to climb up some stairs, then back down a couple to actually open the door enough to walk in. I did this weird turn thingy and grabbed the door with my left hand, but swung it shut so fast that I skinned the knuckled of my thumb in the process. It was a gusher ladies and gentlemen, and you'd be surprised how often you touch that part of your thumb doing day to day activities.
Sweets was called to set and when she steps into frame I usually stand-by near the monitor to watch the scene, or by the hair and makeup girls, but in close proximity in case she needs anything. I noticed a blonde-haired chubby guy sitting in a director's chair next to me but didn't really pay attention to him. Then I started to see people trying to peek at him without being obvious and when Hipster, the director, came over to chat with him I finally looked at this guy long enough to realize that I was standing right next to Philip Seymour Hoffman. When I told Sweets he was on set she goes "what?!? that's so nerve racking, an oscar winner was watching my scene?"
Later that afternoon Slick and Sweets shot the climax of the film where Slick admits he was wrong in pushing Sweets away and that he wants her back. Slick may be the most amazing actor I've ever seen, because take after take he delivered this intense monologue and each time he just completely bowled everyone over. He even made Sweets cry and they hadn't even gotten to her coverage yet. When they switched to her close ups, she surprised the entire crew by upping the ante and delivering a really great performance. Hipster was so excited, which made all of us excited because it's really nice to feel such a positive buzz.
That evening Tootsie, Magoo and I decided to get an after work drink to decompress and catch up. Well, one drink turned into a few because we were just having too much fun to go home. Tuesday the three of us heavily regretted going out on a Monday, but at least for me, I was able to recouperate at home since Sweets and I had the day off.
Wednesday we shot at Von Bar on Bleecker Street and hair and makeup was set up in the basement of CBGB's which was bizarre. I've never actually been to CBGB's but I'm sure it's not supposed to be witnessed in natural light and devoid of patrons. The makeup artist had mentioned that either Tarte or Fresh cosmetics wanted to send products over for Sweets and when I e-mailed Sweets with the web addresses to see if she leaned towards any colors, she tells me she's all set with makeup, but that I should pick out stuff for me and just tell them it's for her. Um, free makeup? I can deal with that.
Thursday she had off so I didn't really have much to do, and it looked like Friday was going to be the same, until she called to let me know that the realtor associate with whom I went over the apartment checklist with prior to her arrival in New York, had walked in on her with a bunch of strangers. She wasn't naked or anything, but this guy just keyed into her apartment and said he didn't know she was home and wanted to show the tenants on the floor above her how good of a job the cleaning lady does. Yeah right. I immediately got on the phone with him and gave him a stern talking to about apt. etiquette, because this guy clearly just wanted to get in a celebrity's apartment.
Don't mess with my actress.
Friday night also happened to be St. Patrick's Day which technically was spent in the production offices since we had to stay until shooting wrapped and they didn't finish until close to midnight. Tootsie and I enjoyed iTunes at full volume and were in our own little world. It wasn't until creepy tech guy past by on his way out, then decided to hit on us, that our moods were slightly dampened. He's a portly fellow with a goatee who coincidentally offered Tootsie a tootsie roll a while back, and when she unrolled it she discovered he had hand written a note that said "life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get. Call me sometime..." and attached his phone number. Gross.
He's one of those guys that overstays his welcome, and we were trying to wrap everything up to get out of there and he thought it was funny to prevent us, or mainly Tootsie, from finishing her work. He touched our things, he couldn't take a hint when we turned our backs after politely laughing at his jokes, and I've never felt more uncomfortable then when Tootsie had to answer the phone and I was abandoned with this gentleman. He told me I had an accent and asked if I was from Texas. Do I have an accent? and if so, is it Southern? Cause I was born and raised in California.
We finally got the hell out of there and made our way to an Irish pub for a real pint of Guinness. The bad thing about St. Patrick's Day is that everyone starts drinking so early that when you reach a normal drinking hour in New York (12am), the bars are already winding down from the mayhem that took place hours before. Oh well, Tootsie and I had a great time, and while this week wasn't as action packed as those that have come before, I'm loving every part of this film.
Tune in next week...
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