it's Austin, 1999. Laura House, Anna Bartkowski, and myself are drinking Schlitz at Ginny's Little Longhorn the day before Laura and i report to wardrobe for "Where the Heart Is". In walks "wardrobe" snapping pictures of the locals like they'd never seen
chicken shit bingo before. they did not recognize us. pretty much they were there to take pictures of us so that they could dress us like us for the movie. sure enough, come shooting day, Laura gets donned with a replica of Anna's anchor tatoo and i am cracking cans of Schlitz for 26 takes. they finally gave me a can of water because raymond was sporting a nice little buzz by take 10.
i showed up to wardrobe for "Brothers" an hour ago. it is like a Red Wing shoe store in there. ray heaven. they pull out a pair and say, "why don't you try these on and we'll see how they look." i politely respond, "i am already wearing
those."
i am loving the hotel and surroundings. it's as if Juanny Appleseed crop dusted the area with all my favorite delicacies. i don't think i will have time to visit all of the taco stands. here was my first stop. great shredded beef and chicken tacos. the home made salsa was a little Pace-ey and not enough cilantro but all in all not bad for my first stop.

the hotel is also home to the Desert Moon Bar and Grill which houses the meetings for New Mexico's oldest Lions Club chapter. ought to be good for some decent people watching and a decent cold beer tonight.
if any of the three people that read this thing know any good nightlife around these parts, i am all ears. anything from dive bars to techno. i am game for anything but sports bars and applebee's. the producers were kind enough to rent me a car and i ain't got shit to do tomorrow except nurse a pre-approved hangover. pre-approved meaning my character shows up with a case of the beast. i love my job.