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HaRRicH 10/01/17 11:50:49 AM #201:	Okay, so last night. We had a cast party at the director's house. It's a nice little place that maybe thirty people shouldn't be exclusively hanging out on the first floor and deck of, but there was still enough room for hoverboard racing to go down as they made laps around the house. The racing lasted until the director broke a dish or something in another room -- ah well, it was fun to watch. Maybe there wasn't enough room afterall. Shout out to the pimento cheese the director and his wife provided. Costume designer gets mad props too for picking up and delivering Sailor Jerry for me before I arrived -- don't let me forget to pay him back guys! Police were called early on for what I believe is officially called "maximum crunkness," which was reported by a new neighbor. This led to people being more quiet on the deck and some absolute belting of music in the livingroom. More on that later. There's a woman who came in Thursday to see her family-like friend Brian, named Hopey. She's a cute lady who might be Turkish but is visiting from Charlottesville. She's watched our show each night she's been in, and she took some other people's beers once the party starting thinning out because "nobody's even going to remember me in a week." Hmmm. Hopey and I talk awhile, and eventually she confides in me that she's had a rough month. We go out on the deck and it turns out she lives down the same street Heather Heyer lived on, the victim who died from Charlottesville's car attack. She talked about the influx of hate that came that weekend and how much that's weighed in on her since then; one of her friends said Richard Spencer told her "Yeah, bet you'd love to be raped, wouldn't you (wasn't clear if this was from the same weekend)?" We talk about that for awhile and later move on, then along the way the temperature was dropping outside so I made a move. "So hey, it's getting cold out here and I have seat warmers in my car. You wanna keep talking?" "Nah, actually I wanna see what's going on inside." Oof. I start to wonder if she was actually seeing Brian and was just cautious to say so earlier. We go inside. --- Brought to you by GameFlux Free GameFAQs app on Google Play! <cite>HaRRicH posted [p:887606324] in An unprofe... [t:75816924]...</cite> <quote>Okay, so last night. We had a cast party at the director's house. It's a nice little place that maybe thirty people shouldn't be exclusively hanging out on the first floor and deck of, but there was still enough room for hoverboard racing to go down as they made laps around the house. The racing lasted until the director broke a dish or something in another room -- ah well, it was fun to watch. Maybe there wasn't enough room afterall. Shout out to the pimento cheese the director and his wife provided. Costume designer gets mad props too for picking up and delivering Sailor Jerry for me before I arrived -- don't let me forget to pay him back guys! Police were called early on for what I believe is officially called "maximum crunkness," which was reported by a new neighbor. This led to people being more quiet on the deck and some absolute belting of music in the livingroom. More on that later. There's a woman who came in Thursday to see her family-like friend Brian, named Hopey. She's a cute lady who might be Turkish but is visiting from Charlottesville. She's watched our show each night she's been in, and she took some other people's beers once the party starting thinning out because "nobody's even going to remember me in a week." Hmmm. Hopey and I talk awhile, and eventually she confides in me that she's had a rough month. We go out on the deck and it turns out she lives down the same street Heather Heyer lived on, the victim who died from Charlottesville's car attack. She talked about the influx of hate that came that weekend and how much that's weighed in on her since then; one of her friends said Richard Spencer told her "Yeah, bet you'd love to be raped, wouldn't you (wasn't clear if this was from the same weekend)?" We talk about that for awhile and later move on, then along the way the temperature was dropping outside so I made a move. "So hey, it's getting cold out here and I have seat warmers in my car. You wanna keep talking?" "Nah, actually I wanna see what's going on inside." Oof. I start to wonder if she was actually seeing Brian and was just cautious to say so earlier. We go inside. --- Brought to you by GameFlux Free GameFAQs app on Google Play!</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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