I miss clubbing

Those were the days... I feel like I literally fell on the other side of the planet. What with this nonsentical permanent working state? I haven't been out to a club, a proper club, with proper dance, electronica music, maybe even a famous DJ. There's a David Morales concert tomorrow night and I am going to someone's birthday. Not like I'd have enough money to pay for the entrance or anyone to go with. Only guys seem to be fans of the genre and guys are a tricksy thing to handle when you are just interested in dancing. Right, sugarbabe?
After all, it's not the end of the world. When Van Dyke came, I had a wrap party to organize for the first movie and instead of getting completely wasted like I had planned, I had to haggle for four bottles of JD after midnight cause the producer was too wasted/cheap himself to deal with it. Damn, it sucks organizing when you gotta be the key sober factor there.
The second time, when Tiesto came, I had my goodbye production dinner for the second film. While the producer entertained us with his skanky LA/London/Bucharest stories, I just kept on staring at the steak photos in the menu. I have to admit, I hadn't enjoyed much of a regular meal during the film production. So after I had some expensive-ass wine on the production tab (yes!!!!)and my eyes were barely there, we eloped to this fashion party. But surprise, we had no idea where we were heading. I just knew the building was north and looked surrealist on the outside. We finally got the address from one person in the know and landed there. The admin came out trashed. We went in, had champagne flute after champagne flute and J didn't try chatting up anyone. The producer, however, left with an ugly American lanky blonde who he claimed between a few glasses of vodka he didn't even like. Then what's with the hand there?!! J and I left later dazed by so many bubbles and as we got to the Marriott at 3 am, I was afraid she wouldn't wake up in time for her flight. She did catch it. And so did I ten days later.

press

For this new job I have to monitor the press. The thing is I never get it on time, so I read the press for today tomorrow. How am I supposed to present an accurate report if I don't have the news? And that's just the beginning of this beautiful friendship...

I really miss the film days when I used to work 12 hours - less than my set counterparts - and went out afterward with a fresher smile and a more serious desire to crash the party. When you work on a film, time doesn't really exist in any explainable terms. You feel like you sleep 4 hours a night, because, well, you sleep 4 hours a night. And when you sleep, you dream that you forgot booking someone's flight, buying more stock or just the whole set turned into a zoo in front of you. I work in the office , so the trips to the set are fairly infrequent. Whever I would turn up I suscitated interest because most of the people had no clue who I was. It is a men's world out there. They do the physical part, the moving, the fixing, the filming, the rigging, the lights. Women do the costume dressing, set dressing and make up. Oh, and they also do assistant directing, meaning they kiss performers' asses all day long. This is what I don't understand. Putting up with someone who makes your life miserable every day of the shooting week. "I lost my ipod in the trailer. Can i get a new one? was it insured?" No. "I want to fly see my girlfriend for a fashion show in Milan this weekend.Can you please talk to the producer for me?" No, honey, you've got a contract and you're shooting right before the weekend. We have to see the dailies first. "But it's really important." Yes, it was important last week too when your friend from Singapore was in London and you just had to fly back there short notice. "Can I fly Air France? I never fly anything else." Yes, I am sorry our national airlines may sound like crap but I promise they are not just flying coffins. They will take you there. And it's not in the film's budget anyway. TBC....

behind

I am a bit behind on writing. Job is not as exciting as it should be. Commute makes it harder to swallow. I have a few projects going out there in the ether and hope they will take a solid shape at some point.
Berlin is starting tomorrow and I'd really want to go and be there and see everything and breathe Berlinale. Famous actor is in Bucharest. Can't say his name.