Thanks for the memories, Val Kilmer


Good afternoon, Saturday. Yea, a post on a Saturday. Weird, right? I'm just trying to get my head right on this flight back to NYC.

So I've been on a real production bender this week with four locations and an awesome team of people I'd take with me into battle should the need arise. It's rare that you can look around at everyone you're working with and feel that all of them are cool enough and smart enough to share a bunker with, but these guys were just the best and that's that. I'm so glad Delta and W+K would have me on this one, because it's been a fun gig.

And one of the most fun things about production is the banter. If you are lucky enough to be with a funny group of people (which I insist upon as it makes a four hour traffic jam with a shitty a/c all the much more bearable), you will most likely engage in some funny conversations about some truly random, and most likely inappropriate shit. You can't help it when people are walking down the streets of Seattle with tails and animal heads or when some lunatic jumps on to a Venice rooftop in an incident that seems like a Chapelle Show sketch. Thankfully, we did not experience this firsthand, but we did see our share of weirdos, and we had words about most of them as I watched our photographer literally laying on the street to get the perfect image, as loony after loony tried to eat our Swedish fish, grab at something they could steal, or yell at us. Needless to say, our running collective monologue game was TIGHT.

One of my favs from the week came out of our Val Kilmer sighting at the Viceroy Palm Springs. Val pulled up in a decent looking Porsche (don't look now but I think that's Val Kilmer) but clearly did not want to be seen. Over Mexican food at some weird spot on the strip in Palm Springs (pesto guacamole- strange), we pretty much resurrected the Iceman's career. We speculated about how amazing it would be to have him in every shot we took- from the pool to the beach to the sidewalks of Venice to that hot shot in First Class.  We chatted about how it was entirely possible that Val came out to the desert to take his own life in some dramatic fashion, or how he was looking to dry out after having a Fear and Loathing in Los Angeles existence for the years it's been since he was a sexy beast (you know he was). We thought about how we could kidnap and lure a much skinnier Val to our pass van, so that he could answer the many questions we had for him. We plotted and schemed about going back to the hotel and finding Val Kilmer, which really should be a filmed production in itself.  We pretty much explored the deeply wrinkled, dark crevasses of everything Val and went on and on and on and on. Then some people jumped in the pool and I went to bed.

My point being this- life without adventure and meeting new people and banter is a life not really worth living. Just ask Val Kilmer. He's jonesing for a good production like the one I was just on right about now. I do hope he makes it back from Palm Springs ps- though admittedly it's less fun now that we have left, of this I'm certain. 

I just wanted to snapshot you in for a minute and break you off a little tale from the front lines of this thing called my life. I had the best time this week and completely lost track of everything happening during the Spring shows (though Dries holy merde amazing) and watched in disbelief the whole insanity with ISIS or whatever they are called (ISIL?) from my room at the airport Doubletree with a lack of sleep hangover yet an aching desire to just keep the party going.  And now that I'm on a plane I'm pretty stoked on seeing my two sweeties at home, one of the fur variety and one of the human variety. I'm taking next week off but I'm back at this cuckoo week after to go make merry in London with these pranksters. Looking forward to a bit of respite and then back to it. Do you think Val Kilmer would want to join, ps? He's not busy right now as far as I know...at least he'll be there in my mind.

Cause that's what's up this stream of conscience/exhausted/wound up kind of Saturday high up in the sky. Yours, in witty repartee and working with people who make it all worth it- you know who you are. XO