At DLWS with the Mooster. He looked at me yesterday, and asked me to do the warm up talk when we got to location. You know, gather everybody around and tell them what the place is about, how to maybe go about shooting it, etc. I said fine. Then I asked him, “By the way, where the hell are we?” I wasn’t completely joking. Got off the plane from Germany, and Grippi from our studio picked me up at JFK and between the two of us and the state of Massachusetts, which evidently needed to re-pave every single one of it’s highways the other night, turned a 51/2 hour drive into an 81/2 hour drive. Got to the hotel at midnight (it’s haunted, by the way) slept for a few hours and then headed into the rain and mist of early Monday morning.
We are evidently in New Hampshire. There are trees here.