Nothing Else to Talk About

I just went to the hands-down coolest place ever: the Fullerton Civic Light Opera!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY COW I WANNA WORK HERE.

I couldn't stay long because I had to go to work, but the women there were really helpful and let me pull any costume pieces I wanted and put them on my own rack. I'll take the director back here later today or on Monday. The way this process has been going, he's not gonna like anything I've pulled out. I think I just have to be more forceful about my vision.

After work, I went to the director's house cuz the production designer was hosting a bbq for Give A Damn? I gave the director the run-down on all the stuff I had found out, good news (such as THIS PLACE IS EFFING AWESOME!!!!!) and bad news (such as... it's still kinda pricey... even with the discount and doesn't have anything for women I liked or that I think you'll like). I finally blurted out the whole I-need-you-to-trust-me-not-just-say-you-trust-me spiel I had considered on my drive to the bbq. It was a total fantasy, I didn't think I'd actually say it. To which the director replied, "What are you talking about? I do trust you." I know, but that's what I say when I want people to feel good about themselves.

The production designer came across us and my open binder of movie notes and said, "Oh, are you talking about Self Storage?" 

Still slightly worked up, I replied, "I really have nothing else to talk to the director about."

"Oh ouch," he said with a laugh.

It's funny because it's true. sad, but true. He's really awesome, no lie, but I realized that we rarely talk about crap other than this movie.

Days until Self Storage hits production: 11

Costumes completed: not sure....