Had a lot of questions come in about the whole “Game of Thrones Cut” where David and I didn’t make it as extras in an episode. Let me tell you MY side of the story, as @davidwalton and I, in a classic married couple conundrum, remember the events very differently. We flew from LA to Peniscola Spain (that’s pronounced PENIS cola, don’t miss that fine opportunity to repeat aloud…a lot) which was a butt long trip in the air, coupled with the five hour drive from Madrid to aforementioned penis place. When we arrived at the hotel at around midnight, we were given our call time of 8am. Jet lag be damned, the real wake up call for me was the realization that we’d gone through all this trouble (and left our infant children) not to eat Jamón and enjoy Spain. No. We were there to work. And as “background artists” nonetheless. As a quasi successful actor, I’ve grown to realize there’s very little else more demoralizing than witnessing the difference in treatment when I’m on set vs my husband. Whatever, he may be prettier and much nicer, but I’ve worked longer! And have an Alma award G-d damn it! I’m right here! Standing right next to him!! (He’s also 6’4 and I’m 5’6” and I always have a pouty expression but THATS NOT THE POINT) I digress. So there I was, absorbing the reality that I was going to be waking up butt ass early, dress as a slave girl, and experience that same “oh…and the wife” dynamic. BUT AS EXTRAS. And for those of you who work on sets (and everybody CHILL) but a lot of times background artists bring out some of the more crazy people in the town. And to say I have PTSD about the whole thing wouldn’t suffice (@shug_life_sfv Feel free to back me up on all we’ve experienced together in this department). So in two words my feelings were: No. Grathias. But I love my husband. And I loved his innocence in thinking we’d ever make it on the show and not be cut out immediately. So I did the damn thing. And then after it started to get too repetitive, too cold and the local espresso places started opening, I lost the plot. The smooth smell of a local crema beckoned me. So I walked over to Benioff and said “let’s be real, I can sneak off, yes?” (Cont.)
(Continued from last post) Benioff reminded me that yes, I could walk off but then continuity would be compromised for me and David. Which means they wouldn’t be able to use our stuff. So I went back, stood next to my husband and kept doing our “thing.” And here’s where things took a turn. They changed the set-up and started with a close up on us. And I don’t know what happened to David but suddenly his energy went from professional actor to that of a kid’s party mime. Mind you we had no lines, and sometimes without words it’s challenging to convey things but oh my god he started to really put his back into it. He was acting SO into the damn cous cous I felt like we were on a multicam with Tony Danza and not an award winning show that kills and rapes at the drop of a hat (and dressed as slaves ourselves no less!) And that was it for me. I came all this way, I wasn’t getting to enjoy the espressos, and now my husband was acting hacky. So I fell on the sword. That’s right. I saved him from himself so he could say we got cut because I was indignant and hangry and not that he was doing Monty Python when the scene called for Dying of Leprocy. That’s the convenient truth I tell myself for wasting his trip. But I have to tell you, when the director told me “yeah, you’re good, you can go” and I was wrapped for the day, THAT’S when the memorable times started to roll. Food, wrap parties, dinners with the group, THAT’S where I lived. I came for the paella and I stayed for the sweet family dynamic between the cast and crew. Because that’s where you can be hacky AF and nobody cuts you. (Disclaimer: When I asked the director if I was done, I swear there was a twinkle of respect in his eye. Regardless, David stayed behind and did his job as a background artist to the very end of his set up. He still believes it wasn’t my fault we got cut and defends his big arm movements over the cous cous, so it seems everyone came out unscathed, except David Benioff. As a married couple I would say that is a win. (Also, David wasn’t hacky. I was just hangry. Really really f-ing hangry)).
You are joy in one tall, graceful body. So happy I tricked you into marrying me and becoming my baby daddy. Dang you’re so good at it. Thank you for not buying a weird sports car, finding some religion/cult or taking up cigars. You’re doing the hard work of Dad life purely, beautifully and are a damn inspiration. Love you @davidwalton you had me at “I just want to make babies” #qlife #leterrip #ripfelipe
My husband’s height is commented on so much it’s now given ME a complex on his behalf. Weirder still is that the majority of his besties are the identical height, which I find to be a smart move on all their parts. Travel in a pack and at least be gawked at in the safety of your innermost circle. What people can’t see is that they’re the sweetest men too. What a group to find. Here is three out of the dozen of the “On or around 6’4” Gentle Giants Club”. What a great group. (They also all possess gigantic senses of humor and keen eyes for monochromatic skyline matching….I, on the other hand, think it’s a fine idea to river raft in white shorts.)
People ask me ALL THE TIME why I married someone so unattractive. Listen to @davidwalton on the best podcast of all time, Armchair Expert, so you can understand why I fell for my husband – (hint: it’s his beautiful mind….) 🧠 @armchairexppod sets the record straight (UPDATE: love and appreciate that most of you are my fans and not so in the know about my husband. The responses to not getting the sarcasm has been incredible and making me wonder if google is down. Bless you all.)
Daughter cried, son did not. 👋
hard knock life
A blazer. In the water. Actually groundbreaking.
Independence. What a GD gift.
Had such anxiety about this dog’s anxiety and how he’d handle moving from LA to Maine. While it’s more chaotic here because of how many people are traipsing in and out, it’s also more serene in its foundation and very core. Wasn’t sure which one he’d pick up on. And while he’s still not 100 percent relaxed and will probably always act out his trauma from before being rescued, Señor Pablo has really flourished in the few short weeks he’s been here. I’m glad I went against the advice to leave him in LA for fear of a bad reaction to change. Change did him good. Real good. Good boy Pablo, good boy. 😌
good mornin’
Please someone help me find a statue like this for real life (and all weather 🥶) 🌈
