Another mind-melting day... seriously, I got back after dinner and I couldn't remember what we shot today.
We shot on the dock, in the sun... I was remarkably unburned... just lightly toasted. Lots of boring shit shot.
Wrapped early, went back to the hotel. went for a swim in the ocean, first time on this trip. I got in up to my calves before I had a panic attack and stopped breathing. but I pushed on, determined to swim in the fucking ocean. I eventually calmed down enough to enjoy the surf for about 45 minutes. I am not certain, but I think the panic attack stemmed from my fear of fish... it's certainly not the ocean itself... I'm an L.A. girl.
anyway, after my swim I got back to my room just in time to be invited to dinner with Penn, Goudeau, Nate (one of the P&T magic techs), Sandra (one of our dive masters), Scott (our Teller stand-in) and Megan, one of our lovely assistants. Another delightful meal.
When I got back to the room, there was a near-crazed voicemail from one of the producers telling me to get to the production office to pack up tapes for Fed Ex. I am in my room not 3 minutes before he calls AGAIN. Sheesh. So now I am being held captive in the office and none of my buddy list is online... and they don't even have the necessary Fed Ex crap.
save me.
We shot on the dock, in the sun... I was remarkably unburned... just lightly toasted. Lots of boring shit shot.
Wrapped early, went back to the hotel. went for a swim in the ocean, first time on this trip. I got in up to my calves before I had a panic attack and stopped breathing. but I pushed on, determined to swim in the fucking ocean. I eventually calmed down enough to enjoy the surf for about 45 minutes. I am not certain, but I think the panic attack stemmed from my fear of fish... it's certainly not the ocean itself... I'm an L.A. girl.
anyway, after my swim I got back to my room just in time to be invited to dinner with Penn, Goudeau, Nate (one of the P&T magic techs), Sandra (one of our dive masters), Scott (our Teller stand-in) and Megan, one of our lovely assistants. Another delightful meal.
When I got back to the room, there was a near-crazed voicemail from one of the producers telling me to get to the production office to pack up tapes for Fed Ex. I am in my room not 3 minutes before he calls AGAIN. Sheesh. So now I am being held captive in the office and none of my buddy list is online... and they don't even have the necessary Fed Ex crap.
save me.