For lunch, we ordered sandwiches from Sam's Pizza and Restaurant. I ordered a grilled chicken sub, specifying that I didn't want onions (which I hate) or lettuce/tomatoes (which I only like on cold sandwiches). What I never anticipated is that it would come filled with not just chicken, but pickles and hot peppers. It was spicy, but amazing. In some ways, I feel like a part of me is still trying to eat that sandwich. Later that night, people were watching The Sword in the Stone. I walked in at some point and we watched some bonus cartoons that came on the disc, as well as trailers for a lot of shitty direct-to-video Disney garbage. I was disgusted, but too tired to do anything beyond sitting there and watching it.
We reshot Carl smoking the cigarette. This time he didn't vomit for two hours. But he could have if he wanted to, because he was now officially wrapped. Then we went out into the field and shot the second fire scene, where we really burned all the stuff you see being burned in the movie. It was fun. Chris brought us out some beers, which was a mistake, because we ran out of beer long before the night was over. We ended up wrapping pretty early, with designs on regrouping at sunrise to do the last four scenes we needed out in the woods.
I filled this break time by drinking some more beers as Carl and I helped Ian, Heppe, Mike, and Marco reload the grip truck. Then I just chilled in the dining room. People stopped by for snacks and went to sleep. I watched the season premiere of The Office. It was a laugh riot. Then, when it was time for everyone to wake up and shoot the last four scenes, I got REALLY FUCKING TIRED. I just wanted to go to sleep. My body was demanding 8 hours of uninterrupted defragmentation. I laid down for 15 minutes. I don't think it helped.
As we convened in the woods, I longed for the sweet respite of death. Then Brett sent me to go park the Cobalt back at Waterhole Cove. I did this, then rode a bicycle back to the woods, which kinda woke me up a little. I don't care how sleepy you are, if you ride a wobbly bike that's too small for you alongside a bunch of speeding trucks on a country road, your brain will start firing helpful chemicals. We shot Dolly in the woods. I reminded Brett of a scene he was going to cut and we ended up shooting it. The key scene (literally). You in the future of course know whether or not it made the final cut. The last scene shot for the movie was the main character running, which was also the case with Brett's previous movie.
When we finished shooting, I dragged myself to the Harry house, slept for a half hour, and then it was time to go to the airport. God dammit.
I was really hungry on the way to Dulles, so when we stopped for gas, I bought a big tube of Cheddar Cheese Pringles. I ate half of it, and when we got to Dulles, didn't know what to do with it, so I stuck it in the bag I was checking. Carl and I had a lunch of airport Chipotle as we discussed global warming, and then it was time to board. We sat near the front of the plane, on opposite aisle seats. Brett had put us in opposite aisle seats because he thought it would be funny. Before takeoff, I tested out the chat feature by chatting with Carl. Here is our chat log:
5D: bigdpitch Has joined this chat session
5C: CoolGuy3 Has joined this chat session
5D: bigdpitch im bored
5C: CoolGuy3 was up
5D: bigdpitch this is boring
5C: CoolGuy3 the lady in front f me is guaranteed to tilt her seat back
As soon as Carl said this, I looked over and the lady in front of him slammed her seat back. It was amazing. I made myself a super long playlist and slept for four hours. And when I say slept, I mean sat in uncomfortable stiffness as people walking down the aisle kept knocking me awake. And though I don't think my state during these four hours could be classified as fully conscious, I do vividly remember hearing the songs from the playlist. Had this been a window seat, I might have been able to really rest. Although I was just unconscious enough that I was not bothered by the ongoing turbulence. I woke up for the last hour. The two guys next to me took this opportunity to go to the bathroom (they apparently held it in while I appeared to sleep). I then ordered a Coke on the touchscreen. It arrived several minutes later, watered down in a cup of ice. I wish there was a way to order the whole can. I want a whole can of Coke, okay? Maybe next time I'll just order a bunch of cups at once. As we made our final approach, a steward asked me to "power down my camera." Lest the flight go down in flames.
What sucks is that Virgin America gave me so much music to choose from, I made a tremendous playlist in alphabetical order, and when we landed, I was only up to Michael Jackson, coincidentally the same song I was listening to when my previous flight landed. I'll never be able to listen to the back end of their catalogue, unless I happen to fly Virgin again someday. But I have so many miles with American Airlines. Oh well, who gives a shit.
When I got home, my brother told me it had been pretty cool in LA, like long sleeve weather, but for some reason it got way hot as soon as I arrived. The next few days would be the hottest ever, with Monday (9/27)'s 113 degrees breaking the previous Los Angeles heat record set on June 26, 1990. When my Zirtec wore off on Sunday, my allergies came back full force. Apparently all my clothes were covered in whatever Maryland pollen I'm super allergic to. I was forced to wash all my clothes all over again. For that reason, and also because the tube of Pringles exploded inside the bag.
-Diego
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