First things first, I’ve been sick. I started coming down with a cough about ten days ago, just before we attended a wedding in St. Louis. I’m guessing that the illness started with a raid-sodden shopping trip around Columbus Circle, where we ended up walking around for hours looking for food and a Staples, with my shoes holding the equivalent of Lake Champlain. After getting back from Missouri, the cough settled in and essentially rendered me useless for a week. While it’s still hanging around, I’m doing much better. I’ve even left the apartment a couple times!
It was on my emergence from my self-imposed quarantine when I noticed two signs on our street. The first one was a series of white posters announcing that our street would be closed to traffic over Labor Day weekend. The reason? The street will be occupied by a crane, which will be working on, of all buildings, mine. It’ll be interesting to see how construction works in the city. I mean, I’ve walked under my fair share of scaffoldings, and seen guys with jackhammers breaking up pavement, but I haven’t really seen the heavy equipment in action. I’m also curious what kind of work will be happening on our building. Central air? Roof garden? Helipad? They all seem about as likely. But still, it should be interesting.
The second sign was an announcement that our street would be closed for parking on Monday in order to facilitate a movie being shot on our street. The sign only listed the date, times, and production company, but a little quick internet research showed that it was for a film called Growing Up (and Other Lies), a little independent movie being filmed by NY Challenge Productions, starring Adam Brody and Amber Tamblyn, so no one special. As a new New Yorker, I was unsure what my reaction should be: excited that an actual movie was being shot outside my apartment or that it took three weeks for it to happen.
The actual filming was kind of interesting. I didn’t make it out until later in the day, but the shoot was still happening. I’m not exactly sure what the scene was about, but I think it had something to do with crossing Broadway. Deep stuff. Both girlfriend and I ended up seeing Adam Brody, who looks way different than his OC and Gilmore Girls days. It wasn’t until I left the area that I saw the sign saying that by entering the area I was consenting to be in the film–which seems a little sketchy from a legal standpoint but isn’t really an issue for me. It might be kind of neat to be walking across the street in a low-budget, low-distribution film. However, it’s probably more likely that my girlfriend will be coming to a theatre near you, as she ended up standing next to Adam Brody and crossing the street with him. Get your tickets soon!
One side note, my illness did push back one of the reasons for writing this blog–the 50 walks of New York. I’m still planning on taking these walks, hopefully starting this weekend. First on the list is Battery Park.