11-30-2017, 06:01 PM
The combination of travel, missing my medication, the left-sided Dublin roads, and sitting facing backwards in the van did me in. Thought I was going to throw up for a moment, but we arrived just in time. That would've been bad. Once I got out of the car and got a tums from another reporter, I got on top of it. However, next we went into the freezing set that was filled with stage smoke for lighting and very cramped because our viewing access was situated near the camera dolly, so it was a rough start.
But then Daniel saw me between takes and came over and started chatting, which was really nice. Then we did an interview with him between the following takes. But that was outside because the set was noisy as they set up the next shot, and it was really really cold. The wind chill cut to the bone. A cup of tea went from boiling hot to cold before I could drink half of it.
The other studio was warmer, but still cold when we went outside to see a shoot and some other odd things. It rained a little, just enough to make it even colder. It was a 14 hour day with only little breaks. I was with two reporters I met last year and we made a solid team for the interviews. The fourth reporter was from EW Canada, and she was doing separate video shorts, so we only saw her on breaks. Badlands season 3 is looking really awesome, new cast members, new sets, new story arcs, but I'm under embargo until April. Sadly, I got no selfies with any of the stars but they did let me play in the weapons room for a long time.
Then we all went out for dinner together - the reporter crew - walked several blocks until we found a table. The pubs were packed everywhere. But the place we found was lovely, real wood fire, live euro jazz band. I had the seafood chowder, brown bread, my daily Guinness allotment (it's as good as I remember) and a shot of Teelings. So delicious. One reporter had the fish and chips and proclaimed it the best he's ever had ever. We just said our goodbyes in the lobby and now my work is done for AMC and I'm alone.
The Comicbooknews reporter and my whisky enabler described this hotel's decor perfectly. It's the International from John Wick. I'm going to get fitted for some tactical, have another lovely breakfast (salmon benedict this morning, tomorrow morning I think I'll go for the salmon omelette) then backpack it over to my new digs near Stephen's Green. Then the rest of the day is resting because I've been going non-stop since landing yesterday, shopping for my ladies (not my whisky-soaked beautiful actress fantasies, but my real two) and hitting some pubs. More brown bread, my daily Guinness, whisky & salmon. Blood @ 106. Maybe I can do 2 Guinnesses per day.
But then Daniel saw me between takes and came over and started chatting, which was really nice. Then we did an interview with him between the following takes. But that was outside because the set was noisy as they set up the next shot, and it was really really cold. The wind chill cut to the bone. A cup of tea went from boiling hot to cold before I could drink half of it.
The other studio was warmer, but still cold when we went outside to see a shoot and some other odd things. It rained a little, just enough to make it even colder. It was a 14 hour day with only little breaks. I was with two reporters I met last year and we made a solid team for the interviews. The fourth reporter was from EW Canada, and she was doing separate video shorts, so we only saw her on breaks. Badlands season 3 is looking really awesome, new cast members, new sets, new story arcs, but I'm under embargo until April. Sadly, I got no selfies with any of the stars but they did let me play in the weapons room for a long time.
Then we all went out for dinner together - the reporter crew - walked several blocks until we found a table. The pubs were packed everywhere. But the place we found was lovely, real wood fire, live euro jazz band. I had the seafood chowder, brown bread, my daily Guinness allotment (it's as good as I remember) and a shot of Teelings. So delicious. One reporter had the fish and chips and proclaimed it the best he's ever had ever. We just said our goodbyes in the lobby and now my work is done for AMC and I'm alone.
The Comicbooknews reporter and my whisky enabler described this hotel's decor perfectly. It's the International from John Wick. I'm going to get fitted for some tactical, have another lovely breakfast (salmon benedict this morning, tomorrow morning I think I'll go for the salmon omelette) then backpack it over to my new digs near Stephen's Green. Then the rest of the day is resting because I've been going non-stop since landing yesterday, shopping for my ladies (not my whisky-soaked beautiful actress fantasies, but my real two) and hitting some pubs. More brown bread, my daily Guinness, whisky & salmon. Blood @ 106. Maybe I can do 2 Guinnesses per day.
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