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Vacation photos of the damned.
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KEEP
YOUR PANTS ON
September
12, 1999
Here
I offer final, clinching proof
that I do, on occasion, leave my
room. This
photo was taken on the
very last day of
shooting
"Desperate
But Not
Serious."
Technically, we were
already wrapped and we'd
already had the cast
party, but the editor
had the gall to claim
that we needed more
shots. I had hoped to
get a picture of me with
Christine Taylor, but
she opted out of coming
that day. Not that I
blame her. We were
actually shut down by
the cops who insisted
that we needed a permit
to film or
something... (If
I look slightly dazed,
we had been shooting for
several hours at a
breakneck pace -- we
knew the cops were
coming, we just didn't
know when -- and I had
my arm around one of the
most desirable women
I've met in my life. You
do the math.) I
was a little nervous
asking Henry for a
picture. You can imagine
why... He's a very nice
guy, but even if he had
spent the entire time
petting kittens and
weeping, I'd still be
intimidated. But one of
the grips asked him just
before this, and I
figured that was my best
chance. In
the background, you can
see the parking lot of
the restaraunt where we
filmed, called,
attractively enough,
Lumpy Gravy. You can
also see some of the
extras. It was my job to
"wrangle" them (i.e.,
keep them out of
trouble), which explains
why I have not one, but
two radios. Actually,
one was a walkie-talkie,
and the other was a
phone that had a direct
line back to the home
office (known as the "Oh
Shit" Phone). The
production assistants
used to have fights
about who got a walkie
because it was such a
status symbol. They were
in short supply, and I
usually lost. But the PA
who was usually in
charge of the extras had
snuck off to take a nap,
so I got one for
once. (Yeah,
I got a funny look when
I asked him to sign it
that
way.) For
legal reasons, I am
unable to discuss the
origins of this photo.
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