Posted on October 31, 2012


So, I sit here in a Queens Dunkin Donuts, my home away from home, writing to you after a long absence.  The hurricane swept through New York City, while I remained tucked away in the cave-like room I am renting.

On Saturday and Sunday, October 20th and 21st, we shot the pilot episode for MY PARENTS ARE CRAZIER THAN YOURS.  A month of pre-production anxiety, fundraising, and logistic stress…culminating in a weekend of utter cinematic bliss and, well, a dream come true.

First Day of Production

We filmed in locations from New Jersey to Times Square to Chelsea to the Lower East Side.  The moments of my life transformed into nuggets of humor that made even the crew laugh.  I was on cloud 9.

I even got to meet for the first time one of my blogosphere friends who volunteered to help out on the shoot.  Turns out she is quite possibly the awesomest person ever.  Maybe you know Julie from  If not, you should.

Speaking of Cloud 9, I’d like a return ticket there right now.  Too bad the airports are closed.

Because of the hurricane and the loss of power in lower Manhattan, my editor had to cease working on the project for now.  My personal funds which have been supporting post production have run out, and I can’t desperately find some hated waitressing job because there are no subways to the city.  So, I sit here with my remaining $3.50 and sip a raspberry iced coffee in a Dunkin Donuts filled with Bengalis, Latinos, barely mobile senior citizens, the occasional honkey, and my laptop.

Whilst sipping my cup of artificially flavored inspiration, I am brainstorming ways to come up with funds.  Do stand-up comedy in amateur contests for quick cash?  Teach a dance class that solely uses 80’s music?  Be a cocktail waitress in a strip club?  Sell “My Parents are Crazier than Yours” T-shirts for money?  What do you guys think?

There is no doubt that I am super blessed to have shot an amazing pilot episode…soon to be edited.  I’m a lucky girl.  But now, in the next leg of my journey, the great unknown awaits.  How will I emerge from this cavernous hell in Queens?  How will we get this pilot finished and into the right hands?

Looking forward to hearing from you my dear friends.

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