Today was low key. Joe spent most of the morning and afternoon editing and taking care of various odds and ends, such as further developing the plot on his legal notepad and figuring out something of a schedule for the rest of the shoot. I worked on the play, although Word crashed at one point, erasing a bunch of unsaved work. Maybe it could tell I was straying too far into personal territory. I mean, two artists in a relationship, subtly driving each other crazy - shit, man, I don't know a thing about that.

After the shoot the day before, we kept joking that we'd only shoot at magic hour from that point on. Which is sort of what turned out happening, since we all didn't make it out with the cameras until five. We strolled down to the waterfront and filmed Barlow, Jess and Amy goofing off and taking pictures of each other amidst all the Hasidic families out for an evening stroll.



The scene took a really bizarre turn when Amy and Jess started playing this weird storytelling game. They really zeroed in on the bizarre kinship sisters have with each other - the sort of relationship that can be frighteningly close, and which always seems as if it could turn on a dime.



Then we hightailed it out of there to make it to Manhattan...



...to have dinner with Caveh Zahedi, who was in town for the Tribeca Film Festival. We strolled around the South Street Seaport until a quiet little restaurant materialized just for us, off the beaten path. They sat us outside on the sidewalk, girls at one table and boys at another. A wonderful time was had by all, and afterwards we all retired to Caveh's hotel so we could audition for his new horror film, which he's shooting in Rome. We all took turns reading with each other. I haven't acted since I don't know when, but I don't think I embarrassed myself too horribly.

Then it was back to Brooklyn, back to bed, for the following morning would be an early one. It's at this point that I should point out, for posterity's sake, that I'm writing today's entry tomorrow; or writing yesterday's today, or what have you. I've got another day's perspective on everything I've written about. I don't know why I felt the need to mention this, actually. Probably because I had to get up so early tomorrow and will be delirious by the time I wrote this.