Yesterday I worked with my friend Sarah on a commercial. It was at a really nice studio space literally ten feet from the Pacific ocean and connected (weird to have a sound stage connected like this) to a delicious deli that did the catering. Pretty cool.
What wasn't cool- was that I did more Christmas decorating in a single 12 hour day than I have in MY ENTIRE LIFE. I fucking trimmed a tree. On top of that, i was forced to all the attention of the hippies in Venice berating me for "getting into the spirit a little early aren't we?"
At the CVS up the street purchasing wrapping paper, the manager patted me on the shoulder and said, "Alright! Getting started early this season eh young man?" Who was I to tell him that I didn't celebrate his precious Christmas and looked upon the whole holiday season with scorn and disdain.
And then, wrapping out the set, I walked outside with the unreturnable mini tree that I had spent the morning hanging tiny ornaments on(shudder), and this woman on her bike yelled at me, "Wow, you sure are getting that Christmas tree out early aren't you, kid?!" I didn't respond, as I was heading to the dumpster to drop the thing on the growing pile of felt snowflakes, plastic covered pinecones, and splintered nutcrackers.*
That's how that works. I can't wait for Thanksgiving.
*Splintered Nutcrackers is playing live at the Wiltern this weekend.
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