Day Two in the can. Yay! It was fairly light despite the many weird little episodes today.
The Baranggay Captain came over on his dinky motorbike. He was eating a bag of chips when I came down in a sporty black and white ensemble accented with fuchsia socks. Ugh. So gross. I had to do back to that little outpost and get another clearance permit and cough up another two grand for it. He wanted 2500 but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He had his girlfriend in tow, by the way. She wore a mint green tank top and tight jeans and called me "Ate". Double ugh.
And then there was a huge crack in the awning of Juan's apartment. Uh oh. Thank goodness for the Art Department! A little nip here, a little tuck there. Now it looks better than ever. Honestly, this building is going to look fabulous in this movie. The old dame is seeing some good times.
While trying to savor Trisha's gourmet fish burger over lunch, I had to give someone counseling for an hour on the fire escape. No, I did not do both things at the same time. So I put the burger down, grabbed a last french fry. When I got back, the fries were wiped out and I was a little wiped out as well.
But all in all, not too shabby. We wrapped at 7 pm and had a fabulous Asian noodle style dinner and some ice cream. Mateo brought me a red rose from the mini mart around the corner, so sweet of him. I'm taking it as a good sign. Please Saint Rita, make this your impossible cause. Keep us going until the end.
I have to get up at 4 am tomorrow. I only ever get up that early for flights. I'm not flying to anywhere, I'm going to Smokey Mountain.
Wish us luck!