It seems I can’t get out of the south this year. It feels like yesterday I was watching a train of girls leave our production hotel in Tennessee. I imagine this is what it must look like at military bases when troops deploy. One by one couples exit the hotel then a hung over crew member loads into a shuttle that is already late to leave for the airport and the girl loads into one of the taxis staged around the corner. It’s like the Chattanooga Choo Choo this morning and it seems everyone on the crew hooked up with someone last night. I feel bad for one girl who waves bye then begins puking on the sidewalk. As the van pulls away Cool Assistant jokes “she was gagging on me all night but never puked.” The van was supposed to have 16 people in it but we hit the road with only 8. Most of my crew is missing. The last I saw Tipsy McStumbles he had his hand down the builder’s sister pants, making out in the alley behind the bar; Bama had a stalker crying over him as he hooked up with a girl in the next booth. It was a crazy final wrap party of the season at Whities Fish Camp and the Extreme Makeover crew deserves a couple months off. I can’t wait to get home and see The Lady but it’s a short turn around for me and soon I’ll be riding shotgun with female cops busting perps in Ft. Lauderdale.
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