I had a good friend and talent actress, Lisa, also visit from England. So this was a great chance to gallivant around the town and beyond. We were treated to tickets to Heiress on Broadway, featuring the phenomenal Jessica Chastain. It was a beautiful production and heart-breaking story…I may have shed a tear. The next day we headed out to Connecticut to see some ice hockey! We had to venture out of NYC to Bridgeport due to the NHL striking and settle for the AHL (yeah, I know Ice Hockey lingo now). The city of Bridgeport was dead but the hockey was exciting – we saw goal scored, goals saved, players smash up against the barriers, a player knocked out cold and stretchered off the ice and a punch up brawl! Exciting times!
This month I worked on a Special K commercial/testimonial campaign, where we ambushed Penn Station and an Office Building with Special K Snacks and Breakfast Sandwiches and interviewed willing participants. The production also involved a custom made vending machine that projected confetti – glad I didn’t have to sweep the floor that day!
Next project was a Garnier Commercial, which we filmed in the same apartment where Heath Ledger sadly passed away. It was a spectacular apartment building, and from all the family pictures around the place, the family that lived there could have been Conan O’Brien’s love children! Also the director was Tony Goldwyn – the bad guy from Ghost!
And I squeezed in one last gig for Subaru and Syfy channel before Thanks Giving. This was a fun shoot parodying the current vampire fad. We filmed in the West Village and out front of the apartment featured as Carrie Bradshaw’s in Sex and the City – the exterior at least. I had fun playing pretend tour guide to all the tourist questions.
Thanksgiving was low key but fun (it’s all about family and I missed mine). I met one of my roommates in the city to watch the Marcy’s Parade and then go ice skating in Bryant Park. The atmosphere was great and I enjoyed people watching and eavesdropping on conversations. It’s interesting to note how many people are just there in hope of witnessing one of the inflatable floats deflate or perform some sort of Hindenburg reenactment! Oh, the humanity! The balloons were all a little under deflated this year, some weeping decrepit hands and feet drooped giving you the sense that characters like Sponge Bob had maybe suffered a stroke. And in the true spirit of New York I passed a disgruntled man cussing about the copious amount of people about and blocked streets caused by this joyous event, “F***ing parade. Every year they do this. Every, f***ing year!”
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