Now that was a weekend.
Steve and I left for Aurora, Nebraska around 7:30 am on Saturday morning. Arriving about 9, we grabbed McDonald’s breakfast with Des before embarking on a long, painful journey through the bowels of indie filmmaking over the next 24+ hours. That journey included 100 degree heat in a shadeless cemetery with nary a cloud in the sky, rain wands, blood cannons, spinal cords, girl on girl action, girls face down in mud and shit, Deejay being a hero, Steve sleeping a lot, horrible sunburns, constant sex jokes….and goldfish. Those poor, poor goldfish. This was the most grueling, intense shoot we’ve had since the waning days of Outpost Doom. I’m surprised we didn’t all collapse from exhaustion. Well, we kind of did. At 7:30 am Sunday morning. When, after I’d been up for 24 hours straight doing movie junk, we finished the weekend where it all began: McDonald’s. Breakfast. I finally crashed in Steve’s truck on the way back to Lincoln. I hope he didn’t take advantage of me.
We’ll have full details on tomorrow’s Splattercast. There is a lot to talk about.