Later tonight, I’m off to Vegas with Mercy Malick, a good friend of mine I used to live with, to help her finish filming her movie, Tales from the Catholic Church of Elvis. She is an incredible singer, writer, and actress, so I’m very much looking forward to seeing how her movie turns out. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing, but I did get a “call sheet”, although I have no idea how to decipher it — it’s full of terms and acronyms I’ve never seen or heard of before.
The movie started off as a one-person play about her life growing up in Vegas, in which Mercy wrote, produced, and starred in — I must say that based on how the play is, the movie should be quite interesting. Just to give you an idea, the “props” list on the call sheet for tomorrow has the following items: full colostomy bag, airline tix, car seat, diapers, stroller, pom poms, breast stuffing, extendo pointer, notebook, ukulele.
See the trailer here.
Wish me luck…me and Vegas is a bad combination. But me, Vegas, AND Mercy — oh boy.