…was the sound my ankle made when I broke it in Las Vegas 2 weeks ago.

Didn’t I mention in an earlier post how unhappy I was that I had to go to Vegas in the first place?

Anyway, that somewhat screws up the re-shoots I’m flying up the PA to do this weekend.

Long story short, everything I had slated to do has to re-written to keep me in one place, or remove me completely.

If it wasn’t for a specific scene with me and Karen that David and I really want to re-film, I’d probably just send the equipment up and let David handle it – especially since at least 2 scenes we’re re-shooting are because I was working the camera and didn’t have it recording.

Ugh. Oh well, I’m still looking forward to the trip – really, that’s not sarcastic. I’m also looking forward to being wheeled to the front of security at the airport.

As far the shoots for Orlando – My wife ends her marathon night shifts with her currently project next weekend. Fine, great, everyone’s available to film. That is except me because I can’t walk without the aid of crutches. I’ll give it until thanksgiving before I panic and start re-writing those scenes as well.

Oh, the ankle? Well, long story short – I stepped off a pathway in a construction area at our Vegas property and turned my ankle so far sideways that the tendon pulled a good chunk of bone off my tibia.