On Set With Fancy Cars

What was my major discomfort this past weekend? Heels. It's funny because I was much more concerned about having my first on-screen kiss (postponed) and memorizing my lines (nailed it). Turns out my biggest challenges of the weekend were walking and staying dry. Glamorous right? I'm one of the leads in an upcoming indie film, so my hours were long on shooting weekend. So long were my hours that I turned right back to caffeine after a pretty chill I-don't-need-coffee kind of month. Not to worry, I have this shockingly good green drink lined up to balance out that delicious dark roasted acid.

 

Driving my character's car was definitely a highlight. I've always been perfectly content in a 90s sedan, but after a 30 second learning curve with this luxury vehicle I was powering the engine and changing gears with only buttons. Buttons! Still, it's nice to have a car that won't have me cursing the heavens with every scratch. I'd probably turn into a real asshole with a fancy car. I'd literally bump Iggy Azalea's "Fancy" and drive with only my right hand at 12 o'clock, leaned back. I might even purchase an e-cig for my fancy drives to nowhere important. I'd take my broken speedometer over becoming that person any day. 

Note: If you are that person, we can still be friends. You can be my real life Schmidt.