Fat Suit

Why do it? Why fly to San Francisco, on a Friday night, on the last flight out of JFK, for the weekend? Why rent a car, sit in traffic on 101, and then show up at a dingy karaoke bar in the outer Mission at 1 AM in time to join MM for the chorus of "Hound Dog?" Why get open-hand slapped in the face by CC, at 3 AM, and then when you show CC the blood on your face, get slapped again? Why stay up to 4 AM, trying on a hand made fat suit, and then wake up early the next morning to finish making a second one? Was it worth it? Well, JWW has the tapes. We'll soon find out.

One thing I know for sure: when Baby M shows up, I hope it provides more occasion for impromptu and lightly advised cross-country flights, not less. We don't have to stay out all night, but we'll make baby a star.

The San Francisco trip was a success, for all of the reasons mentioned above, including a full day filming in the cold rain in Noe, a little blood spilled, a chance to reprise the great SPR motifs -- me shirtless and full-bellied, CC jogging, JJK's heavily orchestrated set pieces, oddly homosexual (through rarely erotic) reveries, low-fi props, hand-drawn storyboards, and no audio or video coverage shot. And, of course, a lesson learned.

And the trip was no less a success for seeing ready to burst EM, newly-minted SF-er EBC, JT, CC (who is sorting our her man-troubles, nice work!), MF, ES, and the whole crew. It's hard to have your heartstrings tugged just a little... across the country. Ah, well. We'll just have to reprise, once the M's have strengthened their numbers by one.

A quick of-interest note from the Wikipedia page for 'Fat Suits:'

It [a fat suit] is also used in the training of attack dogs.

Could this possibly be a good idea? Is there any way that attack dogs don't have a higher incidence of attacking fat people?