| Photos Added April 8,
2000
This morning we had driven around for a location
for the flight suit Troy has and we at last had decided on World Jet Training.
We sent Troy in to ask - and he went round and round but finally had permission
from someone to shoot by a jet - a private white sleek thing.
We all troop in and set up and almost immediately
two surly mechanics drive up behind me - and try to drive over me - because
they need to move the jet.
We are in high wind (I gave up on controlling my
hair, forgot my hat) and rain is imminent. But Troy has spotted someone
he knows and they are working on another plane in a hanger. And right
next to them, a restored Navy jet from WWII. Beautiful!
We shoot - several rolls - when the owner decides
we should leave.
We do. We have enough. And know that we can mark
out the plane's ID on the photos.
Click on image for the Close-Up - Nice Smile
The mechanic who let us in said the guy is normally
crabby, has a fit of some sort every day. His plane is beautiful - and
if it were mine, I'd have had is on display as often as possible. This
one is on a tow trailer hitch - it gets towed to plane shows. The engine
is too clean to have flown in near time. Although it did have an oil catch
bucket under it.
I am not impressed with most of the mechanics I see.
Makes you wonder about planes.
But we are content, running through the rain back
to the car.
Setting Up in the Hanger
We are now headed for the gym and Troy decides that
he can't possibly have me around during that shoot.
It will, like the construction site, draw too much
attention.
My hair has launched in a dozen directions - I pin
it up. Troy knows a hairdresser. I need help.
I am in gym shorts (too short - I prefer the baggy
ones) and a striped tee.
Actually, I had arrived that morning at Troy's apartment
wearing a Troy Sutter tee shirt, made special - the centerfold shot -
I had been dropped off while Ron went to the photo lab and got gas.
Troy had nearly gone ballistic. Wouldn't come near
me and hid in his kitchen.
"Take that shirt off!"
"But I had it made special!"
"Not in my town!"
Seems he would be teased too much. He was catching
it that morning already from the party who owned the surf board he had
borrowed and one other man. Ragging on each other is a thing they do.
I had (fortunately) brought the stripped tee along
and I had changed.
Now I was told I would be forced to sit in the front
of the gym. Not only that, but we wouldn't need the tank tops because
the gym wanted him in one of theirs. Ron and Troy picked out a blue one
and they trudged off to the back.
I am parked on a bar stool in the front.
I actually would love to work out - my neck is stiff.
I did walk the beach this morning in full Shirley
Valentine mode. Black suit. High-heeled sandals. Big hat. Got attention.
(Ron burst my bubble - said any women in a black
suit and high heels would get attention.)
I had walked almost as far as yesterday but had walked
it faster.
Now, I sit.
Abandoned because Troy is shy! (Oh, right!)
To get even, I eat half of a DoubleTree Chocolate
Chip cookie.
So there!
Abandon me will you!
I need a pack of cigarettes. Because Troy will light
my fire tonight! (Figuratively speaking.)
I still haven't heard if we are to show up at the
writer's convention. Don't know our schedule tomorrow.
I can barely see Ron and Troy. Troy is in blue and
red (he looks good in blue shirts - he has learned that this week).
He's pulling up (I can see him from the back).
A blond Fabio wannabe struts his bod back and forth
- several times. The boys tell me later that he is a musician and wanted
Ron to shoot the band.
I've decided that I need a personal trainer - I watch
a couple of them work.
A few guys with overly-developed arms - the hulk
type - waddle through. These guys need to get a life! Way too much time
in a gym!
I can see Troy doing push-ups on the Roman chair.
- oh - that's how you use that! (I own one.)
Ron's voice drifts over on occasion. And I can see
an occasional flash. I examine a sit-up bar - you attach to a door. Do
I have any doors left standing at home? The kid has his on two screws
- the rest having been ripped out of the wall.
Ones with floor space - the new carpet didn't leave
any.
The bathrooms won't work.
It's been raining off and on all day. I am really
a mess and worry if I can clean up by 9PM. Tonight we are to shoot in
the bar.
I see more flashes. I am bored. The Fabio wannabe
strolls by again.
The paramedics are in - one man and one woman - working
out together. Water bottles are everywhere. Big signs tell you to clean
up the equipment when you are done. I see a little of that.
Some of these guys really sweat.
I am contemplating buying a protein bar in desperation
when they finally head toward me.
They are done - at long last - and I mumble about
needing my hair done. Troy makes a call on his ever-present cell phone
and I have an appointment. Ron drops me off - he and Troy leave and the
woman swears that my hair will be straight. (Not too many people can get
it that way.) Ron will be back - Troy has advised him to park in front
of the tanning salon while he's waiting - good views. These characters
are really starting to get to me after a week of this!
The hairdresser does exactly that. Straight hair.
Half bang. Hair blown into submission. I feel much better. She used 1800
degrees - my scalp is whimpering.
I am ready for the bar.
All of this because I intend to light a cigarette
off of Troy's flaming fly and Ron has been told to get the shot!
He did.
Witnessed by Kathryn Falk, Heather Graham, Marilyn
Cambell, Mary, Maggie, Lisa, and I don't know who else!
Girls just want to have fun!
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