youre probably gonna die your character, that is.
Reading exactly how Holly goes was shocking for us all, but in a strange way, befitting.
In keeping with the bizarre, lets talk about our humor, shall we?
Credit: Jessica Miglio
Now, for the most part, none of us have social lives while filming.
We went for Spanish tapas at Toro in the West Village at 5:30 p.m.
If only we had known what was in store for us!
I should have guessed that the waiter with the cocked baseball cap was a harbinger of mischief.
The evening started off as expected.
We ordered food and a bottle of wine and gave Lucy a toast.
He casually asked if we wanted to partake in a Spanish drinking game.
Before I could get the naaahh out of my mouth, half the table said yes.
That yes took the evening on an entirely different trajectory.
For the purpose of this entry, I did some research as to what exactly happened to us.
Turns out he was holding a porron.
Joe won for duration and distance, Lucy won for precision.
We were all grateful for the three-day weekend we used to recover.
