Not in gear

Woke up today feeling off.

Which was not good, because I had to film the film review pilot today and needed to be funny. I told myself not to worry, because it would come. Then, I drank as much coffee as I possibly could.

Started to feel like I could get something going, and hopped into the car. Put on the new Strokes CD, and suddenly the juices were flowing!

Then, on the freeway drive there, I blew out my clutch!

I was able to maintain the gear I was in, but couldn't change gears. So, I drove very slowly on the freeway, with cars zipping by me.

Once I got off the freeway though, I was fucked. I glided my car into a side street, and called the producer. She didn't answer. I was supposed to be there in ten minutes, and was only about five minutes away, so I waited for her to call me.

I waited almost a half hour.

Thinking that she might not have my number, or maybe her cell was not receiving, I figured out that I needed to find some other way there.

So, I hitchhiked. That's right. I hitchhiked.

I had to ask three people before one said yes. It was a group of black people coming out of church, and I looked insane, so I understand their reluctance. The guy who finally took me, Phil, was a young man, and he said he lived by where I was going, so I didn't need to trip.

We got into his car. I with my 6 costume changes all on their hangers, him with an open container of spaghetti sitting on the back seat. He started to tell me how he was supposed to have picked up his gramms this morning and his ma, who was out of town, was upset with him. However, he said he didn't think he had gotten that particular message, as he hadn't come home last night, because he likes to do his own thing.

I believe I sided with him.

It was a short ride, and we pulled into the parking lot soon. I showed him the door I was going to, and he pulled into a handicap spot, informing me that his car was registered as handicap.

Then, my angel Phil drove away. Props to you my brother. You did your good deed today, despite what your ma says. Go out tonight, and do it right.

The producer was amazed that I would hitch to her production, and to show her gratitude, she put me into the first take to capture the spirit of the moment.

Or what would have been the moment, because two hours later, the camera was still not ready. By the time we did get to it, I was coming down from any excitement I had managed to steal, and had started to add up what exactly a clutch goes for these days.


As we shot, I felt myself not rising to the occasion. After take three, she asked if this time I could make it funny. Never a good sign.

Take after take, I would finish, only to look up and see the crew stifle a yawn. I think that is when I realized this wasn't going to be my next job.

I did my best, and got some laughs, but if they do sell it, I am sure they will go with someone else. If I was them, I would go with someone else.

That's Ok though. Maybe this isn't my thing. If it was meant to be, it wouldn't have been so cursed from the start.

Got lost going to the audition.
Got lost going to the callback.
Booked a job in Vegas for the shoot date after not hearing from them, and had to miss the first go around in the studio.
The studio person didn't show up for my first day to shoot.
Blow my clutch on the next day to shoot.

Now that is some bad ass luck.

My castmate TC, who also does the improv with me, let me use her AAA to tow my car. We drove to my car to wait, and bought a bottle of peppermint schnapps, and drank it in her car while telling each other stories and fears. That was my favorite part of the whole day.

Her fear was giving her heart to someone again. Mine was discovering that I regret. I don't want to regret. I've come too far for that now.