Thursday, November 4, 2010

Another Scorcher





We had another sweltering day. Didn't even realize it until leaving work this afternoon, when it was 99 degrees in El Cajon. Back in Pacific Beach, it was 89 degrees. I made it down to the coast and dipped in the water, then waited until sunset. It was hotter today than any day since I arrived here at the end of June. Hard to believe it's November.

While I was stopping to eat I was approached by two jubilant guys who said they had to come over and say hi once they saw my Hampton Beach t-shirt. That's their hometown. They were so happy to see me represent. Very cool feeling and positive interaction. One of the kids' parents owned Pufferbellies in Hyannis. Small world.

Have to jet now. One of the actors I'm working with has a showcase tonight for his hip/hop group. We're all heading out to show support. Should be fun.

Hope all is well with everyone.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Summer in November





Check out these pics from today. 80 degrees at the beach, almost 100 degrees inland. Yesterday was the same. Notice the beach board advising swimming conditions as "hazardous." They weren't lying. I stepped into the water, only slightly higher than ankle deep and felt a current strong enough to sweep me away. Still, I went running on the beach, dipped in the ocean, and worked a full day. All this on November 2nd in San Diego.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Costume Contest







It is the Day of the Dead, and I'm exhausted. Had an incredible amount of fun this weekend, almost to the point where I can't believe it actually happened. San Diego certainly is into the Halloween vibe, and I feel that I did my best to support the festivities.

So, you all have to tell me which costume you liked best. I can unequivocally tell you that the Don Johnson gear was the most comfortable. I felt like I was in pajamas. And sure, a couple of the younger girls at the party thought I was Andrew McCarthy from Pretty In Pink rather than Sonny Crockett. That works too. The lion costume was easily the least comfortable. No pockets, real trial to hit the jets and take a leak, my tail kept getting cut or dragging on the ground, and there was cheap fur shedding everywhere. Plus, it was hot, like my own personal sauna. The pirate costume was awfully fun, and I had help from a costume designer so that one certainly has the professional edge. All in all, three very different outings, all fantastic in their own right.

And I saw so many great costumes out and about. But I have to give the edge to the guy who came to the Haunted House dressed as The Dude. It took me a minute of hard processing to determine that he wasn't actually Jeff Bridges walking around La Jolla in character. It could happen, The Dude abides.

By the way, that's my pumpkin which I carved on Thursday night. It came out okay, but the roasted pumpkin seeds were fantastic!

Halloween Party #3, The Haunted House







Halloween is an incredibly popular event out here, and last night I found myself at one of the most spectacular events I've ever participated in. A collection of production crew types get together to transform a residential home in La Jolla into an all out house of horrors every year. Walking down the street hours before the start time, kids and adults kept asking if I was part of the haunted house. There was a warm energy in the air.

Adorned in a seemingly professional pirate costume, I was tapped to be a tour guide. The interior of the house was a giant green room, with makeup touchups in one corner, football on the television, and endless supplies of booze, water, and food throughout.
The exterior of the house was broken down into a twisty carousel of horrors. Beginning with a room full of audio/visual equipment all turned to static, transitioning into a room full of (fake) animals in cages and (real) fish carcasses being cut op by a demonic nurse. From there it was a biohazard facility with electrified fences and chainsaw wielding maniacs. Then a full military bio weapons unit shooting gas out at the passersby. Once we made it through that section, it was back outside across the pirate ship. The entire L-shaped patio of the house had been mutated into the deck of a pirate ship, complete with canons and menacing pirates and wenches. As you walked into the corn maze constructed on the lawn, you had to look out for the pirates firing their canons and the assorted maniacs coming at you through the corn stalks. The tour culminated in a carnival freak show with all sorts of twisted nasties, and finally on the opposite side of the curtain were friendly faces handing out candy.

This description does not do this party any justice. The production value here was at the same level as an attraction at Universal Studios. No exaggeration. I think there were over 50 people involved in the production either through creating the sets or volunteering as actors. Outside, a line of over one thousand people twisted around the neighborhood and snarled up the traffic.

The first hour, while a bit of sunlight remained, was for the kids. There were fewer characters lurking behind corners with bloody weapons for that portion. I'm not all too comfortable with children, so it was a real thrill to lead through group after group of young kids and seeing them delight in the spectacle. A couple stuck very close to me and reached for my arm when they got scared. Then there was a group of young girls that were terrified to enter the house, but then went through and discovered a new found, pleasing level of bravery. All of the kids left happy. And all the parents with them left happy, too.

After the kiddie hour, the gates were closed and we had a twenty minute reprieve to recollect ourselves. Once the gates re-opened the spooks and scares were dramatically amplified. More blood, more chainsaws, more screaming, and much more laughter. Everyone who came through the house last night seemed absolutely delighted, and it was such a pleasure and thrill to be included in the troupe. The weather last night was perfect, everyone was happy and excited. All the while, a giant pig was being roasted for the wrap party. Which arrived with plenty of wine, laughter and song. I had been advised by our hostess to stay in character and forgo a glass, so I was swigging wine right from the bottle. Our hostess also implored everyone to grab slices of the pig with their hands, we were pirates after all. How much fun.

Sorry I don't have more pictures, but it was a bit of a busy schedule. Hope this gives you an inkling of what transpired.

And I hope that everyone had a wonderful Halloween! Best wishes for the start of new, positive, and productive month.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween Party #2




And behind door number 2 it's a lion costume and a Wizard of Oz troop heading out to North Park for a friend's 30th birthday...
Favorite costume I saw last night, a group of guys who went as The Warriors, the lead gang from Walter Hill's film of the same name. I would have taken a picture, but I didn't have any pockets. People really did up the costumes last night, even if they were just heading down the street to a bar. No just throw a pair of fake ears or phony moustache phoning it in, everyone was costumed to the hilt in full force. It made for fun times.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Halloween Party #1



Wow. Got invited to a killer birthday party in San Diego. Really cool people and it was an '80s party, right in my wheelhouse. All the way up in Leucadia, on a beautiful secluded street just off the 5. Costume parties are always the best because everyone has to commit. If you costume up, you can't break away to some civilian obligation. And if you show up to a costume party without a costume, well then you're the outcast.

No slackers here, everyone was decked out. Leotards, hair sprayed wigs, plenty of ripped denim and fluorescent leg warmers, this party was legit. There was even a breakdancing-dance off. You read that right. A complete breakdancing throwdown showdown. It was like a scene out of Breakin' with white surfer dudes.

Meanwhile, inside you could play Super Mario Bros. on Nintendo. There weren't more than 30 people there, but it was totally decked out. And there was even a huge dog rocking a jean jacket with a Metallica sticker.

I went as Sonny Crockett. On the way up, I stopped to buy a bottle of wine at a very busy liquor store. There I am, linen pants, turquoise shirt, linen jacket, and I didn't even get one raised eyebrow. I don't think anyone there considered that I was going to a costume party.

Southern California.