Thursday, April 26, 2007

GORDY UPDATE: hollywood

I feel the need to describe to you the amount of F-U-N I am having today.

The husband and I are the fortunate participants in what can only being described as Selling Your Soul To The Devil. And we so willingly signed the dotted line, my friends. Because total inconvenience, intrusion, and whoring out mental stability has its price. And yes, we can be bought.

What I am talking about here is ALLOWING YOUR APARTMENT TO BE USED AS A FILM SET. And no, it's NOT fun. It started out with our landlords getting pitched this idea and subsequently agreeing ....and then our eventual compliance to get paid to allow the crew of a Popular Cable Firefighter Drama to use our apartment as a green room. We made money, they used our bathroom. In the meantime, photos were taken and our apartment would also be considered for filming. We had dollar signs in our eyes as we crossed our fingers for what seemed like money raining down on us from the Heavens. Months later, they will call us, pitch us a major character, run days and sums by us, and we will happily agree. What resulted started as minor inconveniences when entire production crews and directors would request walk throughs at all hours of the morning... then a paint crew showing up unannounced just as we're leaving for work and all of our earthly possessions (some no longer in their original state) all pushed to the middle of the living room when we got back... then long days of not being able to return to our apartment because either filming or prepping is going on... and then, OH THEN, the mess and the damages and the weeks it would take to restore it to what felt comfortable to live in, only to know they would only come back and do it all over again.

Which brings me to now. Here I sit, so very grateful to seek asylum at a kind and generous neighbor's home while my apartment is being raped once more. I so humbly called her with sad tales of Gordy and I being homeless for two days and made promises for pee-free floors and she very graciously agreed. How did it happen that this crew would return the very first week I welcome my little dog son into our home? Persistence. On their part. We requested they not come this week, they agreed and then pitched us these very days. We exchanged approximately one dozen phone calls, I got feisty, they bribed me, and let's face it, as I mentioned before - even though I know the hell I am entering - I can be bought. So here we are.

Do you know how much fun it is to have a puppy who's just starting to acclimate to its surroundings and get on a schedule and then take them out of said surroundings and tweak things just ever so slightly? Or to have to walk up four flights of stairs approximately every 10 minutes that he's awake just to be sure he doesn't pee on your friends' floors? Let me tell you, it's awesome.

Meanwhile, the weather sucks, Gordy's totally confused, I'm exhausted, and I'm THAT person who's sitting on your couch when all you want to do is be alone when you get home from work...

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