CSI

Boy, the parties just don't seem to stop here in the Southland. The other day I was called out to Reseda, to work on the set of CSI...not New York, not Miami, just plain jane CSI. Whiiiich...one could argue the show should actually be called CSI: Vegas, but that's neither here nor there; no need for consistency.

I arrived at the shuttle and during the trip over, the transpo driver confirmed what the CD had told us on the details line, bring warm clothes because it's going to be chilly. Fortunately for me, I came prepared and brought some thermals. Yeah, yeah...you laugh, but I tell you what, that is the biggest misconception about Los Angeles, that it doesn't get "cold"...but fact remains, we're in a desert, and it does.

Okay, on to the details of tonight's gala...we will be playing "art goers" at some fancy party in Vegas, where the host ends up murdered. We shuttled up to this mansion atop of a long windy foothill. The views were spectacular, as were the grounds. Come to find out that this was Frank Sinatra's abode for awhile, as well as Marilyn Monroe's.



The night went rather quickly, as there were only a few scenes to be shot. We mixed and mingled, I pantomimed 'Fly me to the Moon' while staring down at the pool, imagining the parties that ole' blue eyes must have had during his stint here.




We broke for dinner, and in true Sinatra fashion...we all ate steak & lobster. Actually, it had nothing to do with Frank, when your show is a hit and making money, crafty is always superb, and if it's not, well...you're lucky to get hamburger.

Once the meal was complete, the generator supplying power to the meal tents went out, which pretty much left us all Strangers in the Night...ehem...sorry, couldn't resist. Since there wasn't anywhere else to put us, they had to wrap us early.

That's Life I guess...haha, okay now I am done.

R.I.P.