Knives Out

Made some good money today, 13+ hours of work. There was a lot of sitting around, so tomorrow I plan on bringing bunches of stuff to do with me.
The place was a mad house, 100+ dancers and extras. Lunch was the climax of the day, as a fight broke out. Dee and I learned that it was over a stolen chair and there weren't any punches thrown. This was not nearly story-worthy enough, so we created our own version of what happened and it goes like this...production unwittingly booked two opposing gangs, when one of the members noticed the opposing gang colors of another extra tucked away in his duffle bag, shit went down. D-Day and his homeboys came out with knives and a sawed-off shotgun, Rump Motha and his bitches met that with uzzi's and brass knuckles. There are different accounts of how many shots were fired, but Rump Motha went down. I saw the blood, it wasn't pretty man. That is pretty much what we told people that asked us about it.
Then there was this old bitchy SAG actress, who when she reached the end of the banquet during lunch and found no mashed potatoes instantly called over the SAG rep who was on set today. You fight a worthy and noble battle you skank hag, the potatoes are on their way. Don't shit out your shriveled up blackened heart just yet.
The set was grand, the costumed extras looked amazing (it's all fairy tale themes) and the dancers moved beautifully. It's a sight to see live. Can't wait to be home. I've had very little sleep.