here's an update.
I got offered to do a modelling gig. $1500 to do three days of shooting with Nirrimi, the prodigy photographer. sweet.
nothing can come close to describing the past 3 days. Take yourself. take away all the bullshit in your life that gives you strife. place yourself in gorgeous locations with a beer in your hand. I got paid to do that.
NOT ONLY THAT. but, in a sense, I got paid to get wasted. thus the story begins.
Thursday was our last day of shooting. we were all tired as fuck, and just wanted to close up shop. we'd gotten some great shots, we just needed a few more. wrapping up in the afternoon, we had one last location to hit: the warehouse party. So we arrive with 2 kegs and a slab. the clients show up, bringing us a box of cowboy shots, smirnoff blacks, more beers and some great munchies.
THIS IS WHERE IT GOT WILD. now look. we'd been smoking weed every day. everybody on the team was more than happy to smoke, and the producer even shouted us his dak. that was already so chilled and cool to start with... who would have thought I'd end up doing coke in an elevator right before I was about to get decked in the face.
some crazy shit went down that night. I was pretty fucked, but here is my recount of the events of the night.
first off, here is the crew:
N (photographer)
M (N's now ex boyfriend)
B (model #1)
U (model #1's friend)
S (model #2)
L (producer)
C (agent)
clients x4
driver x1
after the warehouse party, we go and drink in the hotel room for a bit longer. S rolled us a fatty, whilst L rolled a dutch. we went up to the roof, and smoked both. Oh, did I mention that robin william's daughter had been kicking with us all day? She's a crazy cool chick from san fran, who is full of energy and has a great sense of humour. she's kinda like a hyperactive hot pixie. anyway. we smoked these doobs between us all, and started to go downstairs. N and I stayed behind to clean up, and to check out the view. I had an unlit cigarette dangling from my lips, but she came close and I pushed it out. I stepped forward, and we probably about to kiss, when M appeared behind N and we all went downstairs.
N and I decided to go down and look for B and U. bear in mind we are all wasted. we find B and U, and they happen to have a small bag of a delicious looking white powder. we are all giggling and running up the stairs trying to find a place to sit down and have some, and rock into a corridor on level 2. M suddenly appeared, and became a massive nark to N. suppressing her, making her feel bad for having fun on her birthday. It's N's 18th btw. so he fucks off to go have a cry, and we all go into the elevator and have a key each (a small pile on the end of a key). Everything suddenly was great, and the situation was no longer fucked. who cares? we hit the bottom (of the elevator), and are sitting in the stairs with le celeb, S, B, U, N and I. M shows up, and sits down quietly. So I'm pretty damn drunk right.
The motherfucker swiped at my beer, sending it flying out of my hands and smashing all over the floor. Next thing I know, I'm being smashed on the chin, and he pulls a bail session. He breaks the hotel door's glass, and legs it to god knows where.
we're all like... FUCK. what the fuck. we all go upstairs and regroup on the roof for cake. we all have a toast, eat some cake, and it's ruined by the hotel's manager saying he's gonna call the cops coz of yada yada yada.
anyway. we bail, and he comes back for another scrap. he then runs off again. we finish the coke, go to the club and get more drunk, then I make an epic journey back home, stopping off at luke's place for a session. I finally get home at 330am, ready for school at 8.
