It’s time for the annual ‘fry Southern California just when we thought it was autumn’ cruel joke that masquerades as Santa Ana winds.
Temperature today in West Los Angeles? 100F. Of course, we were outside for most of the day shooting dust against a green screen. Said dust was blown across said screen by two Ritter fans, which are so powerful that they created a mini dust storm, so of course my allergies went crazy before lunch.
Heat stroke? Check.
Can’t breathe? Check.
All I needed was some sort of catastrophic intestinal distress to really round it out. Oh, wait…
For lunch, they brought us Tito’s.
For those of you not familiar with Los Angeles, Tito’s Tacos has a completely undeserved reputation for good food.
Well, I suppose it’s ‘good’ in that they can take Grade C meat (mostly circus animal, some filler) and shredded newspaper and somehow manage to make a) the ‘food’ taste only moderately horrible and b) the intestinal after effects wait until just after you think you’re going to get away with it this time.
Every time I’ve eaten tacos from Tito’s, I’ve become ill (sometimes moderately, sometimes violently) within a few hours*, but since I was hungry and there was nothing else to be had I figured I’d eat something with no circus animal.
That turned out to be a bean and cheese burrito – I tried to surgically remove as much of the cheese as possible, but I guess some stuck (or there were remnants of trained zebra in the beans), as of course, a couple of hours after eating I found myself making a very hurried trip to the ladies’ room. Also of course, said intestinal distress hit just as we were getting ready to move inside the stage.
We spent the rest of the day on the stage, which was awesome – air conditioning and proximity to toilets are wonderful things indeed.
As I write this, it’s almost 9 pm and still about 90F. I predict a cold shower in my very near future.
Tomorrow, we’re inside all day, which is good since it’s predicted to still be hot as hell through the weekend.
*Late night Tito’s has taken out entire film crews before. One is hungry, so one eats and hopes for the best, only to end up stuck on the toilet cursing the day Tito was born.