My Zany Years Spent Working in Tinsel Town
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On the set, making a western.
It is JUST like playing cowboy…
Only with real stuff…
~ The Nugget
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I’m currently on location with M.C. Nugget, while he finishes up shooting a film. I’ve been on sets many times, in producer, talent management and publicist roles, but rarely have I been on a set with Nuggie as his girlfriend first, publicist second. Here are a couple of things I’ve been reminded of using my keen powers of observation this time around
– While on location, though I most certainly do know the answer to everything, I am not required to provide it. I know, I know. It’s hard to fathom. It’s equally surprisingly difficult. I’m just so damned helpful, and smart, it’s tough for me to contain the brilliance.
– People on the production crew who are randomly talking around me are probably not speaking to me, but to the little person residing at the other end of the headset they’re wearing. Again, no need to engage in conversation or answer questions, even if I think I overheard the answer from someone else. They probably won’t hear me anyway, with the person THEY WERE SPEAKING TO talking to them in their headset.
– When Nuggie asks me to take photos with “the big boy” aka the Canon 7D, I probably shouldn’t snap a photo with it after the director yells “Action!” That thing cannot be kept quiet. It’s in its mechanism to make a noise when the little button is clicked…
Oh, and the thing apparently amplifies the shutter sound 100X any time a director yells “Action,” teachers command “Quiet” or bad guys say “Where are you?” (when you’re hiding from them in a closet, trying to snap a photo for evidence, of course).
So let’s see…
No offering your brilliance to the people on the crew, because Hey! Here’s a newsflash: You aren’t required to do so!
CHECK.
No answering people who aren’t talking to you, because THEY AREN’T TALKING TO YOU.
CHECK.
No snapping photos after the director yells “ACTION.” because the Canon 7D cannot be kept quiet.
CHECK.
Okay. We’re good then.
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Photo credit:
Jonathan Kos-Read / Foter.com / CC BY-ND
Canon 7d property of ME, and the photo taken by me – Lisa Jey Davis.
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One night back in the summer of 2008, my friend Sheila and I met for dinner after one of my hard core pilates workouts (back in the day when I could go five times a week, people). I was reconciled that evening to enjoying some girl time and going home to work from my desk for the rest of the night.
When the phone rang and my friend Lucy said “We’re going to this opening of a cool speakeasy restaurant in Hollywood, and M.C. Nugget is coming… do you want to go?” initially I said I couldn’t. I was busy. I’d just eaten, I was in my workout clothes, blah blah blah.
I’d only met M.C. Nugget a few weeks ago, and seem him a few times in my life. The last time I’d seen him was with Lucy and her man when he asked me out on an official date. I laughed then because THE GUY PLANS AHEAD. Our date was almost two weeks out… set for this coming Friday night…
I was definitely interested but I still hadn’t actually spoken to him for about a week. I have self respect, yo.
But so far, every encounter with this Chicken Man had been new, fun and exciting. While we were slowly getting to know each other, I was slowly changing my relationship to men and to dating. No longer would I drop things to be with the guy. No longer would I have an excuse to call or text, email, etc. I was changing who I was. I used MEN as my model as I navigated the opposite extreme from being way too available and way too into them, to having better things to do and more important and awesome things to accomplish in my life. That became my focus. Like grim death it became my focus. BY GOD. And I took a page from the guy’s playbook and decided that two months of dating would and could no longer be considered a “thing” or relationship. Six months didn’t even mean much. I decided that I would hold out and keep things light for at least two or three years before even turning the page and considering something long term with someone. And forget about marriage. That was far from my radar. These were important life changes for someone over forty who was single again and did not necessarily want to die alone…But I was also someone who would sacrifice even that – even dying alone – if it meant I would die with the wrong person or anyone who would stifle, control, hurt or squelch me. I knew I needed to drastically change my approach. After all, the common denominator in my failed relationships of the past was – well – ME.
Yeah. I was working on some big stuff alright.
Also – have I mentioned how I can talk a big game?
Because Lucy apparently peeked into my soul when she struck with the precision of a ninja and said, “But he wants you to come. He asked if you were coming…” I am no idiot, so I implied that if he wanted me to come he could have asked me himself.
She put him on the phone.
“Hey darlin… Are you going to be able to make it?”
I folded like a cheap, pre-folded, permanently creased polyester suit.
I’d already looked at Sheila for approval and got it.
THIS WAS ON.
I raced home, turned my bedroom and walk-in closet into a war zone looking for the perfect outfit. I kept my braids, rinsed off in the shower, threw on a hat and ran out the door.
We had a great time at the opening, laughing and joking, and then … after all I’d done to get there… AFTER ALL THAT WORK it was time to go home.
It wasn’t happening if I could help it.
Are you ready to go home? I asked Nuggie nonchalantly.
No… but can you give me a ride home? IT WAS ON.
We went to Sky Bar – the rooftop bar of the Mondrian Hotel on Sunset. It was a slow Tuesday night, and we enjoyed our own queen size lounge area to ourselves.
We ordered drinks… and as the cocktail waitress was coming over with a new round, M.C. Nugget and I kissed a sweet, lingering sort of kiss. And oh, was it exceptional.
The waitress interrupted with our drinks and said, “You guys are such a cute couple. How long have you been together?” to which Nuggie, in true form replied:
“Funny you should ask…. Our first date isn’t happening until this coming Friday.”
If you can make it happen, I highly recommend you kiss before you date.
photo credit:
Rab’s Da / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
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When M.C. Nugget and I met, I like to think the way it happened was kismet. He was at the pier for a Thursday night concert and KABLAMO there was a surprise concert by FALLOUT BOY. He called his best friends, (one of which I happened to know) who promptly hightailed it to the pier. As these things go, surprise concerts by such big time artists as Fallout Boy don’t just happen. The guys don’t sit around commiserating like “hey, let’s go surprise the shit out of the people in Santa Monica this Thursday,” no. Victoria’s Secret was having a big PINK party (that’s one of their clothing lines), chock-full-o models, free drinks and a pink carpet — and they brought Fallout Boy with them. They’re so nice.
By the time I was able to maneuver my way to the pier at my friend’s invitation, Nuggie (and my friends) had taken full advantage of the hosted bar. For about two hours.
Our stories differ a bit here, because mine is right (well— pffff — I was the sober one), but basically Nuggie was standing on a picnic table swinging the purse of my friend. She came up to me, and over her shoulder introduced Nuggie and I, then said to me “Let’s go watch the band!” I turned to Nuggie who was smiling and swinging that purse and said, “Would you mind holding mine for a sec”? MISTAKE.
He laughed as he said Step back! I don’t hold purses for anyone.
But, you’re holding Lucy’s… I started…
That’s only because SHE got me IN HERE.
Ahhh… someone who knew which side the bread was buttered on…
It was love, I tell ya.
You know… that pull-my-hair, then tell-on-me-to-the-teacher kind of love.
One thing is definitely true – after many more cocktails and several games of Wii Bowling into the wee hours of the morning… I was kinda smitten, and at the very least I knew I’d found a cool new friend.
And how fun was it to sneak in to a free FALLOUT BOY concert?
Now every time either Nuggie or I get too mushy with each other, one or both of us will say it:
STUPID FALLOUT BOY.
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I mean “Clucking.” Clucking at the moon.
~ The Nugget
This #DailyNugget is brought to you directly from the prairie and the set of M.C. Nugget’s current film (on location).
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You probably already know this. I’m just slow.
They’re apparently Asics for the Japanese (Tigers). But they’re no longer just in Japan. They’re now in a store on Abbott Kinney in Venice Beach…
…and in only 24 stores worldwide.
Oh – and in my apartment now… two pairs for my boys (shhh.…Christmas….)
~ Ms. Cheevious for The Nugget
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