10.23.06
‘I’m dedicating this unusual song to an unusual person who makes me feel kind of… unusual’
So, its confirmed.
I’m in on the Nantucket Shoot. And according to Capt. Ron, I’ll be working with the lighting crew. Something new to learn. And being in Nantucket, in the fall - time to bust out the cable-knit sweaters, tweed and wool. Affect a New England Accent. Start smoking a pipe and drinking Narries.
Saturday was a massive night with the good Captain and most of the crew - we met at the pub, where our esteemed Director was hosting. I met Damien, an associate of Capt. Ron who taunted me mercilessly about how much work I’d be doing as part of the lighting crew. Capt. Ron had notes and sketched out the hospital where we’ll be shooting and was running down his shot list, while the pub filled with Bridge and Tunnel shmoes. When Heather and her two friends from college called, we decided to adjourn to the Irish Pub down the block - more space, less assholes…
And how we drank, and ate really bad-for-you pub food, and talked incessantly - that vibe of connection - that feeling of being with the right people; who share a common passion and similar goals; and we spent a long happy time just enjoying that bond. I had a weird twist when I ducked out for a smoke and was assaulted by a drunk Aussie - a guy I knew from working at the Newspaper; who drank and gossiped with the best of them. We talked and he filled me in on the latest comings and goings of the Paper, and I felt a weird pulling in my head, like part of me missed those days of journalistic bombastic fun, and the direction life has taken me since I left. I returned to my team a bit confused and shaken - wanting to go in 2 directions at once…
This was quickly forgotten as Heather started gathering everyone to head back to the Director’s pad, after stocking up on ale and chips, and we proceeded to spend the next couple of hours being entertained by some electronic digital version of ‘Guess that Word’ until it was 4 in the morning and I found myself drifting mentally. Some of the other guests were getting ready to depart, so I made myself part of the exodus, drifting home and towards sleep; with a smile and that special buzz that comes from being with good friends…
