Reprising My Famous Role as The Wicked Witch of the West by Melting

By which you may gather that, yes, I did play the Wicked Witch many years back, and yes, the temperature being 95 or so, I was back on the Boardwalk for a winter shoot on Friday.

And boy, was I ready for the Boardwalk.  I spent damn near the whole week with the lawyer, and I can't even begin to tell you how much that man is getting on my nerves.  I mean, a day or two, or even three, every now and then is fine, but he seems to be consuming WAY too much of my time at the moment.  However, I must remind myself that it's A. only six hours a day (actually seven hours, but there's lunch) and B. I do get paid, although not nearly enough.  Money is a GOOD THING.  Just ask Martha Stewart.

But then on Friday I got to go to the Boardwalk for an odd little call.  We weren't called for the van until 12:15 pm, so I figured we'd go into the night.  This was slightly annoying because my favorite band was playing at the Bistro, and I was beginning to get anxious text messages from the bar personnel as to whether I'd make it, which I thought was cute.  Everybody knows how much I love my band.  I even got one from Trish the bartender announcing that my seat at the bar was reserved, and sure enough, when I got there, there was a seat for me...with a Reserved card on the bar.  I loved it.

However, I had resigned myself to missing the band for once because I knew we were doing two scenes, and by dinner time (around 7 pm) we were just breaking to change into spring instead of winter clothes (i.e., take off the heavy coat, put on the sweater, change to a straw hat from a felt hat) and eat...when all of a sudden me and Joe (a cohort of mine) were told that we were wrapped. The reason was that both Joe and I are heavily featured in this episode...it's the one where I'm toothless...and the next shot would have brought us way too close to the action of the scene where we would have been recognizable.  Which would have been okay, except that we were were supposed to be in Atlantic City, and we'd both just been featured in Chicago...in the same time frame.  This was fine, except that we would have had to sit around in holding until everybody else was wrapped at 10:30 in order to get back to the city (the set is in a transportation desert in terms of subways and buses).  However, turns out that Joe had driven to the set that day and even though he lives in New Jersey, he was driving into the city for some reason.  This was fine with me.  It's not that I wouldn't have welcomed the extra money, but sitting around in holding reading a book for three hours or so isn't my idea of fun, and it wouldn't have resulted in much more than another say, 45 bucks on the paycheck...I can do without 45 bucks.  So I got to the bar in time to claim my Reserved seat and see my band, and everything in the garden was lovely...although I really, REALLY hope we've stopped shooting winter.  Two days of rivers of sweat is MORE than enough.

I have done almost nothing all day except read the papers, but I did actually manage to get some WD-40 on my sticky windows.  It seems to be working, but of course in the process of getting them open so I could use the stuff, I managed to pull something in my back.  Let's just hope that it really does work, because while I love my air conditioning, I don't want it on all the time...every now and then I like a little fresh New York City air.  (You have to realize what a total city kid I am...I go out to the country and the air makes me cough all the time.  I think it's the lack of exhaust fumes.)

Now I am sitting here cursing New York City's capricious weather.  Damn it, they PROMISED me thunderstorms.  They are STILL promising me thunderstorms,  Absolutely nothing is happening and there's not a cloud in the sky.  It's just NOT FAIR.  Growl.

Love, Wendy