So I get a call Wednesday morning to say that the shoot is back on and they have me booked on a flight at 10.30pm that night. This time the flight was actually on time and I was able to leave. But OMG, has anyone ever flown on Spirit Airlines? Not only did they spell my name wrong for the second time in one week, but they nickel and dime you for everything. Although I did not pay for the ticket, but if you wanted to bring luggage, thats an extra $15. A window seat an extra $10, an exit seat $30. Then they charge $3 for a bottle of water, which you have to pay with a credit card. (I came prepared however, but everyone was bitchin’ on the plane). There is no real food, you can buy unhealthy snacks though. The seats are sooooo crammed, even I couldn’t get comfortable, my legs are kinda long, but not that long!
So I couldn’t sleep at all, then I arrive, driver picks me up at 6.30am. Takes me to some loft. Leaves me a key. I dont know what the hell is going on cause nobody gave me any info for the shoot. So I fall asleep of course cause I’m exhausted at this point. Next thing you know, I wake up to someone banging on the door at 11.30am. And 30 missed calls on my phone! Apparently I was supposed to meet in the lobby at 10.30am – thanks for telling me! And nobody had a key. Why the hell did they leave me the only key? like I was gonna go somewhere.
So the director is all pissed off, and it wasn’t even my fault. I had to shower at the office – with no towel! Then of course, everything was so rushed and stressful. I wasn’t even able to eat. I can’t believe no-one even went to get me breakfast while I was sitting in makeup for an hour and a half! WTF!!! So we finally get to the other location, where I’m the dealer in a poker game. I had to quickly learn texas hold-em, but I got it down quick.
We played so many rounds. And took soooo many pictures, and finally, get down to the sex. On the pool table, the director kept getting frustrated at certain positions – I nearly lost it, but I am a pro after all. Dont fucking tell me to do something that just can’t be done. Or strain my damn neck just so you can have your perfect angle. I’ll do what I know looks sexy, what I’ve done oh so many times before! So I put up with the painful positions on the table, and the bruises I’ve sustained from the shoot – like I’ve done so many times in the past. And I was happy in the end, to get paid a little extra – for my time being wasted the other night.
Happy to be home, to take care of all my unfinished business. Dont think I’m complaining, I’m just sharing my travel and shooting adventures with you. I’m very grateful to still be working after the whole economic crisis in this country.
TTYS, Mon xoxo
