Going Hollywood - Day 2 - Can I Go Home Yet?

Continuing my misadventures in Hollywood.

After lunch (which actually turned out to be just a snack) we went back over to the set. Unfortunately, we ended up sitting outside for a VERY long time. From that point on, we ended up being called back in in shifts. Jeff would come out, say "I need 10 people" and start pulling people at random. Now, you would think that the people who do this for a "living" would want camera time. Literally, as the day wore on, many people did not want to be picked. People would hide behind pillars or just generally make themselves less conspicuous when Jeff came looking for people. I remember a trio of Asian girls sitting on a planter in front of me when Jeff came out to pick folks. When he tapped these three, one of the girls (who was busy texting on her phone) said "FUCK!" quite obviously when she was picked.

Henry and I were both dragging hard. From this point, we were done with the crime scene and had moved on to the milling. We milled for hours. And hours. Walking around pretending to be interested in what was at the con. It was so surreal. Imagine being filmed pretending to do what you do for a living. Yep, that kind of weird.

By 7pm, we started talking with some of the other extras about celebrating freedom at our hotel. Consider that everyone but Henry and I lived locally so the idea of just popping over the Marriott for a few drinks was kind of strange to them. We pointed out that this is what you do at a con but mostly got blank looks. Jeff started letting people go in shifts but Henry and I kept getting picked. By the time we were released at 9:42pm, Henry and I limped back to our hotel. Had one drink and crashed.

And we still had to report for Day 3.