Read You Like a Book Day Eleven: The Peace Cafe Causes Havoc.

Call Time: 8:00pm

I woke up around noonish. The French Hotel is a nice little joynt with some wacky "White metal" Furniture. Its like you went to Crate and Barrel and bought a bunch of wire drawers and put glass on top of them. There is a balcony the overlooks a big old store on Shattuck Avenue. I wake up naked...and it is just disconcerting to see people with shopping carts passing by your window.

I also look down at my pillow. I did not remove my makeup before I fell out and went to sleep...and saw my face in the pillow. Literally. A full makeup outline of my face. God. I fucking hate makeup.

I head back to SF and hang with friends who are here from Memphis. We talk and joke around and eat a lot of food. Then we head across the street to Coppola's joynt (how lucky can we get them picking the place across the street to eat) and have wine and mohitos. We get the waiter to take our pictures. It is getting late. I got to get back to Berkley. I hug them both goodbye and let them search for some Dim Sum.

I get back (trying to convince Hans to come with me on the phone with me...which he refuses to do) to the hotel and shower and relax a bit. I go to Cesar's and have a drink and some strawberries and cream. To the production office next door. First one there.

The whole night was just weird. A weird vibe night. People are now familiar...and now a little cranky...I know I am.

Bob also is giving odd direction that all the principals are just not understanding: "The audience is not in on the conspiracy...you should not be directing your lines to them"

(us as an ensemble) "Then why the hell would we do this in a public forum?"

There is also a lot of testosterone going on. At one point I was so angry That I just sat angry and quiet while White Men were haggling over action. Just clamed up and angry.

We eat at Cafe De La Paz. I have been there before for a Birthday party before. I dunno. Beans and Rice and corn like lasagna is not what you would call the best mixture of food to have at midnight for a long shoot. It made my stomach go nuts about 30 minutes later. Cafe of Peace. My ass. Literally.

We were on set and I sat down, my stomach feels like it is being stabbed with knives. He says "Are you ready to do the bean shoot?" Karen is righteously disgusted.

I get through that take and can't stand it. I go to the bathroom and I'm bowled over in pain. I head to the Asst Director and say...Am I needed at all in this side shot. I feel like I'm going to hurl. I'm not needed. I run back to the production house and lay down. I pop a shit load of Tums and start rubbing my sides and stomach to release pressure.

This works. Too well. I go running to the bathroom. I get to the door and Don is in there. Marianna is saying it is an emergency. I hear the toilet flush. Then he is dinking around in the bathroom. I cry out. My GOD Let me IN THERE! I make it just in time. Sufficed to say it was not pretty...but it sure got rid of the pain.

Laying down and taking more tums later...they call me back to set. Bob goes "I'm sorry Shaun we just need a close-up of your hand with the disk".

Later he says "Did you yell at me before"
"Yes"
"Shaun don't take it personally"
"I do"
"I'm sorry"
"Apology Accepted"

And that was that.

The rest of the night was long. The final shot was of Benny (Joe) having a heart attack and all of us gathered around while Lorenzo (Dr. Ortiz) is giving him CPR. Cool angle shot going up to the sky. Starting off with Benny and Dr. Ortiz hands giving CPR...and pulling up to Tony, Catalina in the shot around him. Ricardo checking it out...and me coming in to hold Benny's Hand. A neat overhead shot. A nice way to end the night. For me...it was less about being really worried about Benny having a heart attack.... My motivation was quiet and sincere love of all these actors I have worked with for a month.

Time done? 5:45. By the time I get all my makeup off to not leave a "Face Impression" of myself", pop more tums and in the bed...the sun is just appearing and the birds are out. And so am I. Out. like a light