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Cammie is producing a movie, and she needed extras for a scene in which depression erra parents sell their children to a mythical dust king. Sounds fun. I can be destitute. So I ask for the time and place, which is 8:30 in the morning at Grimes Creek outside of Idaho City. Idaho City is about an hour drive through nowhere, but it still sounds fun. So Nichole and I met up at 7:15 and started trecking. Here is the problem. Grime's Creek is not a pace. It is a creek. And as most educated people know, a creek does not exist in one point in space, but a linear stream (or "creek", if you will) of points. So we followed the directions to get to Grimes Creek road, and then drove and drove and drove. We followed the road (which was a shoddy dirt one) through the forest as it bumped and twisted along. For 20 minutes we followed this road. We saw plenty of campers, but no film crew. We got all the way to the end of the road, turned back around and drove back. We were very careful to slow down at each campsite and stare at the people in them to make sure that they didn't have a camera tucked away somewhere. We drove 20 minutes all the way back to the beginning of the road, when I spotted some blue tarps accross the creek and off a ways. It was them. We had to find a bumpy little brinde to get over. Bad, BAD directions. So, I wasx worried, because we got there an hour late. But the crew was just barely setting up. In fact we waited 2 hours (asking riddles and playing 20 questions) before I finally asked Cammie what the hold-up was. It was supposed to be an 8:30 shoot, right? "This is a typical film shoot. Hurry up and wait." But, no. You don't call the extras 4 hours before you intend to film. I told her that I had work in the afternoon, and she said, "Oh, then you might as well go home." Ahhhhh! So I didn't even get to walk across the background once! But Nichole and I had fun anyhow. We listened to Carter's emo CD on the way back and laughed and laughed. (Laura, you are not allowed to tell Carter that we make fun of his moodiness. He might cry. hehehe- no, he is not that bad....)
I got back in time to nap before Foul Puppets, who were, by the way, SO FUNNY. I don't know what happened between last week and this week, but it was fantastic.We rehearsed in the upstairs hallway because of some party who had rented out the club. I think their improv show on tuesday is going to be fantastic.
Directly after the Puppets, I got my mom's car and picked up Val to go to McCall! Whooohoo! More driving through the forest!! The trip up was fantastic. We talked about parenting styles, Zach Braff, the nature of art and Yoko Ono. In a three hour car ride there wasn't a moment of uninteresting conversation. Oh, Val!
We arrived at Casey's cabin at 8:00. The others, Lisa, Lina, Becca, and (of course) Casey, were already there. They had just put the pizza in. After dinner, we played a lame game of chinese checkers. The thing that made it interesting was that Val (1) had increadable jumping feats of speed and agility and (2) named her pieces. We played two great games of Celebritys (thanks, Spencer!) with team Deuchland narrowly defeating team Earth every time. Damn those Germans!!
Ah, then the hottub. We got into our bathingsuits and stumbled across the golf course to the pool. I say stumbled because in McCall the night is so truely dark. It is away from all that light pollution and the stars are thick across the sky. The golf course sprinkelers were on, and we did a couple ofsuave toom-raider moves to be able to avoid the behemiths. The pool, of course, closed at 10, but at midnight we weren't going to let a little survallience camera spoil our fun. We waltzed right in and tubbed away. The problem was comming back. For some reason the pool gate locked right before Lisa could get out, and we had to Cirque de Solie her out of there. It was also freezing walking back soaking wet in the mountain air. Freezing, but somehow MAGICAL.
When we got back, we played Bolderdash. My favorites to come out of that game:
Tankle: like a tinkle, but lower and louder
Tankle: a Japanese-American journalist
Tankle: a small tank
Dirty Dangus McGee: a cowboy will stop at nothing to get a casarole
Paint the Clouds with Sunshine: a Prisioner of War in a Nazi Consentration camp smuggles paint into his cell to brighten his time there.
I slept on the couch that I always sleep on. There was another bed available, but I just have so many fond memories of that couch. It is tradition.
The next morning was lazy. We slept in, ate breakfest, played Celebrities, and cleaned up before we moseyed out. I got to take becca and val on the way back. They were so awesome because we got to stop for icecream and then later at a roadside flea-market! We spend an hour at the market poking about worthless stuff and laughing at the dentist supplies that we so readily could own. When we hit the road again, the conversation turned to ghosts, and we diceided that it will be our mission to visit the abandoned insane assylum before I have to go back to school. And by visit, I mean break in and wander around with flashlights at night. AHHHHH! I hear that it is really ABANDONED. Like, for some reason they had to evacuate, so there are still instuments and syringes lying around, and those beds with leather straps. AH! It will be magnificent.
I got home and slugged around. I had a great weekend. And I love idaho.