Seventies

It is now 3AM, Sunday morning, and my entire group is still over at my house. We have six laptops set up on my dining room table. Despite the exhaustion, morale is high.

For dinner tonight, we went to Las Vegas. I didn't know food could taste so good. It was slightly pricey, at $7 a person (on average), but the carne asada fries was a transcendental experience. All but Samantha and Khoi ordered the fries, and both polished off their meals with relish. Sarah, KC, and I had leftovers, but Gilbert plowed through that thing like me through romance novels. Those poor little fries never had a chance.

On Friday night, we went to Pho Kim Long for dinner. I finally discovered that you can order just soup and noodles. O. M. G. Usually, I leave all the meat and junk and complain about how big the damn bowl is. Now I can just enjoy my noodles and my MSG soup. Mmm. But man! Khoi finished his second dinner after having three bowls of rice at my house. Gilbert ordered a LARGE. You can put babies in there! I imagine that after eating that entire bowl, Gilbert acquired an innate insight into how it feels to be pregnant.

We're editing videos right now. Obviously, I am distracted. We've been distracted all night. Sarah dropped first. Just -conk- no more Sarah. Then it was me. I managed to lead three others astray as I began taking miscellaneous quizzes on Facebook. Damn those quizzes! Then I went to go pee and Gilbert went a little crazy with lack of sleep. His random giggles offset another epiphany of hilarity. We pulled together for another ten minutes before someone (-cough- probably me -cough-) suggested Blockles. Oh wait! No! It was Gilbert! He was still on crack from the play-dough in the toilet! Freaking Gilbert. I had to pull out the plunger. Gross.

While editing the videos, we discovered that the sound to a folder of clips was off. That sucked. A lot. Especially because we had already erased the original files to make way for new clips. Then we had to persuade Khoi to redo the sound, and apparently Khoi is synchonizationally challenged. (Yeah. I totally made up that word.) Well, guess who's fired from the drums? We were left hustling offbeat, discoing to another song, etc. etc. etc. Woe is us.

Apparently, Gilbert can't spell skateboard. "Scateboard." Oh Gibbles. The things we learn when thrown together and bulshitting for our lives. We discovered a newfound affinity from cream cheese and Ritz. We advanced to Medium and Hard on Guitar Hero World Tour. We experienced new cultures such as Las Vegas, Chipotle, Orangetree, Tapioca Express, Quickly's, all the goodness. Maybe tomorrow we will finally got to Khoi's Jade Garden. It better be good. I'd hate for it to be disappointing after the mountain that masqueraded as carne asada fries. God. Heaven on a plate. A religous experience through my tastebuds. I believe in miracles, it was a sexy thing.

We have one more scene to film tomorrow morning. And another commercial. We've been playing around with a green screen, and the results are pretty exciting. The editing process is long and strenuous, especially as we discover all the background noise we never noticed before. Just how many airplanes fly over San Jose and Fremont anyhow? Then we have the scene where Khoi runs into the shot carrying a laptop. We're bloody brilliant, we are. I just hope no one notices how the time of day changes with each scene. They start the chase in the mid-afternoon, but all of a sudden, they are running around outside at night. Subtle. I know.

Well, now it's 3:13AM, but I still see no sleep in sight. Maybe we'll take shifts. Hearing ourselves on the many different computers around us is an alien feeling, but I hope all this torture amounts to a big...fat...A. Then I can enjoy my summer in peace.