So we had our own version of the television show 24 from Friday through Saturday. Jack Bauer probably could have pulled the whole thing off in a spiffy 12 hours, but we’re mere mortals.
The backstory to this episode of 24 included our crazy month of preproduction on Dave’s film shoot for a promotional video in Pennsylvania – during which time I was mostly in LA and both of us were working our regular jobs as well. Last weekend Dave drove the 14 hours from Atlanta to Northeast PA, while I flew in from LA on Monday. We averaged about five hours of sleep a night during the week of shooting, but had a fantastic cast and crew. My husband-the-perfectionist is already brow-furrowing over various small details, but overall, we couldn’t have asked for a better experience. (Down to the seven actors who willingly exposed themselves to 40 degree weather in swimwear while staging our “European resort”.)
We wrapped Thursday evening and awoke at 6 a.m. Friday morning, still exhausted, in order to fight traffic down into Philly to return gear multiple places, as well as the rental truck. Then we had a noon break visiting some of Dave’s family (thank you, Arduinos!) and hit the road again, arriving in Virginia for dinner with my family. Our final leg took us south from Harrisonburg all the way home, starting around 9:30 p.m. Fortified with the chemical goodness of gas station cappuccinos and sketchy energy drinks, we made it home and pulled in around 7 a.m.
The OCD in me forced a certain amount of unpacking before hitting the hay (yes, I realize this is an illness), but I can tell you, my own bed has never felt so good.