Went to NYC this weekend for a Film meeting. I met with two actors and were working on a short. It's based of the play Red Light Winter by Adam Rapp. Were working on a scene where our main character who just tried to commit suicide is being seduced by a French prostitute who is really a runaway American who has a gay husband she is paid to be married to.
We had a good night we ate out at a great restaurant that served up some crazy shit. "Skate Cake?!" Fuck that. We ordered salmon, all of us, haha it was safe, and it was Friday. We went out then for a good night. Played us some skee ball. Got lost in the city. Ended up in Booklyn somehow. Interesting.
Got some shopping done finally.
