My Set Family

While making Snowmen I saw the people I worked with more than my own family. I spent twelve, thirteen, fifteen hours a day with them, five days a week. They pretty much were my family, complete with annoying/adorable kids, the crazy uncle who makes passes, the crazy uncle who drinks and smokes too much, the aunts with too much time on their hands, and even the fun cousins.


Sunday night we had a dinner with just our production department. It was great to just relax with these people who I truly enjoyed working with.




There was Murphy, our leader. This man is awesome. Then there was Peter, our second-in-command. Jeff, the man who ran the show at base camp. He was cool, not only because he was from Pocatello, but because he had Ray Liotta yell at him over channel one on the radio and didn't even flinch. Rachel, Jason and Michelle, my fellow PAs. We had a lot of good times...

One Year Anniversary

March 23rd was the one-year anniversary for my blog. I remember that I started it on a whim, but after awhile I became slightly addicted to it; I would do things just so I could blog about them later. While doing something I would think of the words I would use to describe it when I blogged about it at home later that night. There were even a couple times when I blogged twice in the same day (Check out Dec. 11 & 7, Nov. 5 & 19, Oct. 12, and September 12 & 28)! Since being in Utah again for the past six weeks or so I've been slightly less consistent with it. But that'll all change when I get back to the city in a few weeks. That's right folks--I'm going back to the city! I'm working with the Tribeca Film Festival again and will (probably) be staying in the city afterward. I will need a place to stay....

March Sadness Part II

I also returned my loaned out car today. And there goes my freedom and independence. Sad. Since I'm not planning on returning to New York for a couple more weeks, whatever will I do in the meantime for transportation? Oh how I miss the city and its subways and buses.

March Sadness

As I write this, Memphis is down by eight points with less than four minutes left. This is not good, as I have them winning the whole enchilada. After the first weekend I was tied for second with two others, and thought my chances were pretty good since I was the only one who had Memphis going all the way. But now, it looks as though I'll be settling for a much lower final position with no possibility of a cash reward. At least it wasn't Gonzaga or Stanford who cost me the dance this year; it seems for several years those two teams had conspired to do me in. So thank you Memphis, for making my March a little more Mad.

P.S. Thanks to Jeff, from whom I stole the title of my post.

Last Day on Set

Sunday was my last day on set. We're actually shooting for three more days, but the mixture of not enough money in the budget and not needing four PAs on the stage in Salt Lake got Michelle and I off the show early. I really wasn't too upset about it, because near the end I was really quite done with it. I weathered a lot on this shoot, mostly all the actual weather. It was hard to believe that our second day of filming, up in Park City at an elementary school, it was -3 degrees when our 28th day of shooting it was so hot (when it's been winter and cold for a long time, 60 degrees feels very hot) I got sunburned. The glare off the snow and the heat from the sun was too much to handle.

I don't miss the early morning calls and the dealing with kids and stage parents, but I do miss the people I worked with. While I felt pretty comfortable with my fellow PAs and ADs, it takes me awhile to warm up and get comfortable with other people. I unfortunately didn't really start talking with some people on set til I only had two days left! And my last day was hectic at the end that I didn't even get to have proper goodbyes with most people!

So while I enjoy my time off, and while I wait for pictures of my day as an extra as a nurse, I give you the few pictures I took on set. I wanted to take more, but most of the time it was a hassle to carry my camera around and take pictures...so this is all you get...




Goodbye Snowmen. I'm still not sure what I was supposed to get out of this, if I was just supposed to have the experience, if I was supposed to meet someone--be it a friend, contact, or someone else, if maybe I needed the opportunity to be back with family, whatever the reason for why I felt I needed to leave New York again, I'm glad I did it.

Michelle and I.

Happy St. Patty's Day!

I love that there's a day in the year where everyone is supposed to wear green. I think it's so cool to go out on St. Patrick's Day and notice all the people wearing green. It's as if were all part of some secret club that got the message to wear green. And when you see someone not wearing green, you look at them with a sad look--perhaps they forgot, or worse, just didn't care!

 Last year I was in New York for St. Patrick's and Rosemary and I went to the parade down Fifth Avenue. It's a massive parade full of police officers and servicemen, and one of our friends was playing his tuba with his national guard unit. It was all very cool, figuratively and literally; it was extremely cold that day and I did not come prepared for it. I was thinking about that today and how that was a whole year ago and I was in New York then. Man I miss it sometimes.

Pink Sky

Driving home from work is my favorite part of the day. Not just because I'm finally leaving the craziness and boringness of set, but because, if it's still light outside (and with Daylight Savings it usually is), I can catch the sun setting behind the mountains. Last night did not disappoint; as I came out of Parley's and rounded the corner, the sky was a magnificent pink color! The entire Salt Lake Valley was bathed in the beautiful pink light and it was breathtaking! I never cease to be amazed and wondered by the colors of the setting sun. If I had had my camera, and wasn't driving, I would've taken a picture to post for you guys so you could see how beautiful it was. You'll just have to take my word for it that it was beautiful. Sometimes I can't believe the wonder of it all, and it makes me feel like a small little part of our big world.