Desperate Housewives

I don’t recall the last time I worked on a soundstage on the Universal Lot. I recall Where The Truth Lies when I almost drove through the Red Sea…twice…and then hung out on the lawn of the Back To The Future clock tower. But that’s totally different than working on a stage.

However, I was lucky this time…I immediately found the correct gate and then surprisingly enough, there were plenty of empty parking spaces in the structure–unlike last week on Twins on the CBS lot.

And then the stage was right across the street from the structure. Talk about easy as cake! Although, I do think it’s fun when I can’t find the stage and end up taking a tour of the whole lot before I find wherever I’m supposed to be like when I was on Everybody Hates Chris.

On this gig, the hardest thing for me to find was the bathroom–one building over and down a set of stairs that weren’t very clearly marked. Ah well. Now I know and I hope I get more work on that lot. During lunch, I found the comisary, but didn’t go in. I sat out front for a whole hour while yacking with Jen on my cell phone. Thankfully, craft service on Desperate Housewives kicks ass!!!! The food wasn’t just good, it was plentiful, too.

Anyhow, there were only six extras on the call. That was refreshing. We were all cool people to talk to.

I know a lot of you are reading this in hope of some good gossip or even a spoiler or two, but I’m sorry, I’ve got very little. I spent all but a half hour of my day in holding. All I saw was one character being let out of jail and I don’t really know who she is because I don’t watch the show (Yes, I live under a rock and haven’t seen the number one show on TV).

I know, I know…you’re in the show vicariously through my posts here, but I’ve brought you nothing this time. That’s how I felt, too, during hour after hour after boring-as-hell hour, knowing I’m on the biggest show in the USA, knowing that Jen loves it and was dying for something good and all I saw was about three seconds of action. Sorry. I mean, I didn’t even part the Red Sea, get a flat tire, get rescued by a movie star, wave at tourists on the backlot tram tour, go into the theme park during lunch and go on rides, or get lost on the way to the stage. The only thing I did a little bit of was walking around on their stages, through some of the sets. That was nifty, but still, I can’t pull anything good to post here except that the crew is incredibly nice.

But hey, I might’ve gotten some camera time behind the cop who gets Bree [I think her name is] out of the jail cell where she was talking to a hooker. I could’ve sat in a padded director’s chair with the name ‘Marcia’ embroidered on it, but I didn’t. That’s the closest I got to anything of interest.

Oh, and my voucher [the sort of receipt we’re issued for working] said, ‘Criminal’. It joins the ranks of other bizarre ones that have said, ‘Hooker’, ‘Perp’, ‘Prostitute’ and ‘Dead Nun’.

Update: Yep! I didn’t land on the cutting room floor!

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