Bubble Guns at Planet Beef

Remember in one of my previous posts where I talked about Kombucha, the drink that exploded on my arm?  Well yesterday I was walking around and passed a girl who had just recently opened a Kombucha.  I noticed her because her drink started foaming and dripping down her arm in the middle of the street.  Just like me!  I was so excited that I struck up a conversation.  "Hey!  That same thing happened to me the other day," pointing to her drink.  She had headphones in, but she also just looked at me disgusted like yeah, I'm really glad we have this in common...  Well, I was glad.  Nevertheless, I'm mentally adding her to my paltry list of "friends" that I have "met" in New "York" City (we all know you were supposed to be New Amsterdam...)

Second order of business.  Never buy the tiramisu cake pops from Starbucks.  Aside from the fact that I felt excessively feminine while eating it, there was nothing in that cake pop that tasted anything like coffee liqour, chocolate, or lady fingers.  Disgusting.

Yesterday, I had the privilege - and it seriously was a privilege - of being present on the day of the Maybelline shoot.  It occurred at Pier 59 studios, and this time I took a picture so you could see that this place is very literally an ugly oyster sitting on the edge of Manhattan.  But inside, there sits a beautiful clam.  What?  Yeah, I guess a pearl could be there too.

That silver part is where the magic happens.  Or, as Tina Fey calls it, 'gay magic'.

Tina Fey actually did call it that, speaking about photo shoots.  For the record I'm not being offensive.  Okay so the Maybelline shoot was really long, as in... I stayed for 9 hours and I didn't even stay the whole time long.  But that is normal in this business.  In the studio there were 5 different sets, which is a lot.  There was a different model for every set, and they all were extremely professional and fit the role of he particular shoot perfectly.  Though I want to, I will not go on a tangent about that.  Overall it was very exciting seeing the whole production process, and for each set there were literally hundreds of pictures taken, from a number of different angles.

Everybody that was working there on set was extremely kind, and when I would go up to them sheepishly and introduce myself, they would usually introduce me to one or two other people.

Most of the day I was running errands for the crew, getting pop and beer and bottled waters.  I was sort of nervous walking around in the area, especially because people were carrying guns.  In fact I got shot during one of my trips.  By a little girl with a bubble gun.

her daddy has no idea she's packing.

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This grocery store that they sent me to 3 times is called 'Western Beef'.  First of all... why?  Second of all, I hated that name so I decided to start calling it Planet Beef in my head.  On the second trip they sent me to get 8 six-packs of beer for the crew later that night.  I tried carrying them in grocery bags, 4 blocks back to the studio, but I could not.  Luckily, this friendly delivery guy at Planet Beef asked me if I needed help.  I told him no thanks, that I was walking 4 blocks.  But he said not a problem, and we split the load.  I was paranoid letting this guy take half of my purchase; after my bubble wound that I received on the way to Planet Beef, I had become extremely wary of everyone.  It was sort-of like...

'share the load...'

I shared it.  The guy was really nice, from Honduras.  I am learning that even in living in a city that any decent, morally-minded person would have every right to abhor, there are tons of good people who have incredibly giving hearts.  It is comforting to see.

This video is also comforting to see.

Mike this better not be another stupid movie reference.

Don't worry it's not.