…or More Naked Chad
By the time Mouse arrived on the first night to pick up Chad and me in her whip, everyone’s throats were sore because Chad was intent on making us break down laughing.
Unfortunately/fortunately, he succeeded.
Me: (wiping eyes) OMG, I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. How did you manage to keep a straight face for so long?
Chad: I was just focused on trying to make the rest of you break and also where I was going with everything.
Mouse dropped off Chad at his pad and then came back with me up the FDR Drive.
Her: You look exhausted, you should go to sleep.
Me: OK, but after we catch the last WandaVision.
Without giving away the ending, it involved the Paradox of the Ship of Thesus that I told you about almost a decade ago.
Had a pretty fitful sleep because I was still wired from shoot and the second day was most of my vids, but it didn’t matter, I was up early the very next day.
Me: Wait, did you clean up the entire apartment while I was sleeping?
Me: Man, you are the best.
I picked up the car and drove while she navigated. We headed back to Chinatown where we met Chad at the exact same place and got more of the same, except three servings instead of two.
We didn’t eat there, though, and dashed off to the set so we could inhale everything and then just get right to work.
Above are just some of the really cool weapons I got to work with on the shoot.
Mouse only stayed long enough to eat a bit before leaving because she was off to a ski trip. It’s just as well…
Me: Again, why are you always naked, Chad?
Him: It’s what we do for Scenic Fights, Logan.
Despite not leaving until well after 7PM the night before and showing up early the second day, because we were laughing so much with many of the scenes, I had to call up the sitter to ask if I could stay a bit longer.
Her: It’s fine. I expected you to run late.
Me: Oh yeah, I forgot that your father was a film director.
This was a weirder shoot than normal. Which is saying a lot.
Chad and I just took the train home and we split up at 14th Street.
Like always, I was alone on the train but I didn’t care – I just wanted to see my kid.
Son: (hearing me enter) Papa’s home, papa’s home!
Me: I am but I gotta fix our internet, run out to get some milk, and fix someone’s toilet upstairs.
Him: (disappointed) Will I see you before I go to bed?
Me: You will, I promise. We’ll sit and watch Sesame Street together, ok?
Him: OK! See you soon!
Location: today, home, trying to figure out why I’m sore all over
Mood: sore all over
Music: half of the time it’s a gun fight; the other half, we’re taking off clothes (Spotify)
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