The Bus Stop

So this was a bit of an understated day in the world of Jess and Adrian cruelty. We were shooting a short (Jessica's directorial debut!), and I had arrived late to Adrian's apartment. I went into the can to change into shorts and as I was doing so my sunglasses fell into the toilet. Well, there was merely water in it, but still, I retrieved them, washed my hands and my specs, and went back to join the others.

"My sunglasses fell in the toilet" I said plaintively.
"We're not leaving this apartment until you put them on" said Jessica, her voice hard-edged.
"I washed them off already, you know. It isn't a big deal" I replied.

A sharp motion from her hand indicated that this was another in a long line of battles that I wasn't going to win, so I put them on. Jessica chortled with sadistic glee as Adrian and Meghan laughed and laughed, possibly peeing their pants slightly. Yet another day...

Later on as we were shooting, Jessica was pounding a beer, spilling much of it on her face (as usual). The moment my back was turned I felt something in my shoulder. It was Jessica drying the beer from her chin using my shirt.

Hey gangstas

Welcome to this new chronicle of nonsense.

So, last night we're sitting in the Legion on Main St. drinking Guiness and talking about what the fuck we were going to be filming and when. And where. Look, it was a production meeting, okay? Anyway, we were getting road beers at the counter and joking about the big jar of pickled eggs when Jessica dared me to eat one.

I've never had a pickled egg before and it did kind of freak me out, but I took the proffered highball glass containing the briny, shiny eggy and took a vinegary, rubbery bite. It wasn't... it wasn't terrible. Kind of like a pickle, if you vulcanized it and kept it in a jar on the bar of a lightly dingy Legion hall.

Oh, and when we were shooting on Maui they made me be the first to try the spam.

Kiss kiss!!!