Laura Stone (stoney321) wrote,
Laura Stone

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I don't feel old enough to be old enough.

I just got blown off my feet twice, trying to exercise outside. It's Wind, my arch nemesis. *shakes fist* One day, Wind. One day!

Yesterday, pre-Superbowl, I had a photo-shoot for this latest movie that I'm in called St. Nick.

In it, I'm the mother of two kids, and I wasn't told their ages before meeting them. I was a little panicky that they'd be older teens, or something. (The premise of the movie is these two kids run away, are gone for a month, and there's not a real reason why they run away.) Fortunately, they're a few months younger than my oldest two (11, 9) so we got along just fine and I didn't have to worry about looking old enough to be the mother of two 16/17 year olds.) The little girl gave me a big squeeze when I left yesterday, since "we won't be seeing each other until you're mad at me." Translation: our next shoot involves me angry and weeping over her returning with her brother.

My "husband" is a tall, nerd-ish suburban type in appearance. Nice guy, laid back and funny, so that's a bonus. He's considerably older than me, so I don't know if it means I can play against age-type, or I look older than I am. Which I wanted when I was 20, not so much in my 30s.

Bonus: there will be no tacky, long, 3 inch fake nails or sloppy kissing of an... icky older man with a mustache. I CALL IT A WIN.

The movie is a lot like an Altman movie, or a Christopher Guest piece: a loose outline and improv'ed from that point (but it's not a comedy piece.) Kind of scary, but mostly exciting. Haven't done improv in a while, but if a 9 year old can do it, pffft. I'll totally kick her ass at it. (Haha, that makes me think of "I can draw better than your kid." So damn funny.)

The Mister was in the doghouse last night because he was being sneaky, imo. TWICE he had groups of people scheduled to come to our house for parties. And told me as they got there in the first instance/a few hours before they arrived in the second. Both on Superbowl Sunday. Uh... hope you like partially stale tortilla chips and a distinct lack of party food! "No, no, they're not expecting anything." Well... that's just what they're getting, so ALRIGHTY.

(He thought I wouldn't know about the first group, because they were scheduled to come while I was at the photo shoot. At least I had cleaned the bathrooms earlier that morning. Good hell!)

(ENTRENOUS: DO NOT READ THIS PART.) Tomorrow the Mister and I are going to this fabulous Chinese restaurant for lunch that does not have a menu in English. They have saucy-tripe, which is my new most favorite thing. Um... it is so delicious it's not even funny. Yes, I know what it is. I'm southern. I don't care. DELICIOUS!! Also, they have soupy dumplings, those taro-whiskery biscuits that have meat/veggie filling, and whatever else they put in front of me. Barring chicken feet (there's no meat there) I'll pretty much eat anything. Mmmmmm.

I'm off to procrastinate by looking at cat macros. \o/
Tags: movie magic, st. nick
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