The Backside of Liberty

Second day being in or traveling through NJ, where the Statue of Liberty is perpetually shaking her ass for that state. Did work on a movie that a month I was interviewed to do permanent stand-in work on. The women that I had met that day was still there doing stand-in and she wasted no time confiding to me how terrible the experience had been, with all nighters, rain, attitudes, crew getting fired and the like. I was suddenly glad not to have picked up the gig.

It was a most uneventful night. Lots of sitting on a lawn, an occasional step, an even more occassional chair. Running out of cigarettes, going to set now and then to do some work, snacking, taking a van into town for catering, searching for cigarettes in the little plastic town, determining it's a non-smoking communnity, gave up, went to eat the cold, left-over food, and a mighty good pecan pie, suspiciously followed the actor back to set on foot, because I myself didn't feel like waiting for the van. When the night got later, there was no more sitting, since dew had taken the grass, just standing and shivering. I welcomed a warm meatball subway.

After about 14 hours of work it was time to go home. And what an aggravating journey it is! I went to the 6 line, noting the downtown train I crossed the street and went in what I thought was the uptown train. It wasn't. But the card was already swiped. I tried to wait it out, about ten minutes later a train showed up and I still couldn't enter (having the unlimited monthly plan, there's a time limit after you swipe.) The train passed, the staion worker cared not about my plight, so I said fuck it and walked to the nearest N/W line to acquire a more direct route. Much waiting. I took the R train hesitantly...blah blah blah, it took FOREVER to get back home. But you know what?? I ended the night right, with a good epdisode of Seinfeld. So it's all good!