May I Present . . .

My Wrap Party!

First, a wrap party is a party that is thrown at the end of a production not post production. It's a grand ending to the actual long trying days of a shoot. I've been working on this post for a long time and it comes to this. Our wrap party was on Thursday April 3, 2008. It was held at a huge venue in Hollywood called Boulevard 3. This place was epic ( I later learned that most wrap parties are pretty epic but this was pretty bad ass). Traditionally the actors join us lowly set person and mingle for a night. But this night the only "big name" person to show up was the man himself, Robert Zemekis. Our night started like this:

I had to work like everyone else. I had timed my needs earlier in the week. About 20 minutes to get home, about an hour and a half to take a shower and do the makeup thing and another 25 min to get to the rendezvous point where a bulk of us were meeting to ride in a 40 person limo to the event. So we wrapped and I went home and did the shower thing. I had of course brought only one nice outfit that would fit my expanded waistline from the food at craft services. I started the makeup thing and ended up taking about 20 min longer than I had budgeted for because I SUCK at makeup! Proof that I should have spent less time with Lego's and sports and more time with leggings and blush. Whatever. I squeezed my expanded butt into my "nice" outfit and wrestled with the idea of wearing a fake glittery flower. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try to be a girl every now an again.

I drove out to the Mariottt in Marina Del Rey where other co-workers and I met ready to board the behemoth that was the 35 person Hummer with a hot tub. Behold.



Yeah it was big and just as epic as the party. The inside was decorated with airbrushed lions and flames. An e-mail had gone out earlier in the day with pictures of this beast. It definitely did not disappoint.






Well, so this thing rolls up and all of our eyes widen and jaws drop. Turns out we didn't "request" water in the hot tub. What. How are you gonna come in with this monster with bejeweled H2 symbols and no . . . freakin . . water. OK FINE. And yes, I would have jumped in with water; just for the record. OK so this thing starts rolling and everyone is having a hootin good time (who says hootin? ME). The the Goose got loose. Grey Goose that is. All 36 (I think) of us were drinkin up a storm. Champagne, Vodka and beer (but not together, that's bad). We could hardly see out of the windows. Between he blue tint, packed people and fog it was really hard , plus who wants to see the 405 anyway.

We arrived at the club and all of us came out screamin and laughing. It was a really good ride. Half of the passengers were buzzin or just about 2 drinks from being drunk. It was awesome. The place was huge. The entrance was deceiving. I had no idea how far back the thing went. There were pools with floating candles, grand fireplaces, 6 bars and a ton more people than I thought would be there. Everyone who worked on the film was there and their guests. The DJ in the main room was pretty rockin. He was paying all of my age group songs, ya know, early 90's rap some 80's and rock thrown in gracefully. Everyone was cleaned up and dressed to impress. I know it had nothing to do with my inebriation but a lot of the people were just plain unrecognizable. Seeing people in suits and nice shirts is so different and seeing actors without dots on their faces and not wearing a black suit covered in markers makes a huge difference. Ill let the following pictures speak for themselves.

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There are so many things to write. It was such a fun experience. I hear tell that we get one more final party when the movie is released!