Despite C.S.I. Las Vegas being based out of Sin City, one would be surprised how little of the show is actually shot in Las Vegas. Other than a few casino interior/exteriors and shots of the Strip, it’s mostly all done on some soundstage in Los Angeles. Production usually comes to town about once or twice a year, and there is lies the “local” work.
This particular episode was shot at the Golden Nugget, which really does have an amazing pool. The whole premise of this episode was that a shark somehow got slipped into the pool (without anyone noticing, naturally), and proceeded to eat a girl who had been killed moments before, as someone (also unnoticed) swam under her and injected her with an overdose of heroin. The tiny blood droplet that got into the water attracted the shark, comedy ensued, and I got to film one of the most memorable scenes of my life. The joy of running in “terror” from the robot shark lowered into the pool simply does not translate well enough into words no matter how attempted. And it was a nice paid day of lounging and swimming at the pool during an extremely hot Summer.
(Hey, it was better than my pool at home.)
The heat was awful this Summer, and it was killing appliances left and right. First the washing machine, then the refrigerator, then the air conditioner. The appliances came with the house and were from the 1970′s (can’t argue the durability of technology back then). The air conditioner went down because it had been working so hard to cool, it actually froze over. It had to thaw out before it could be used again, and there is no level of madness comparable to that of Las Vegas without AC.
Life in Vegas is always a strange thing, and the conversations you over hear and the people you meet are no different. At First Friday, I got to overhear hear a professed male escort argue with a former dominatrix-turned-antique shop dealer as to how they have to file their taxes each year. They eventually agreed on “Service Provider”.
Sure. Why not.
I did another film with Ryan. I drove to Arizona again to eat dinner. I had been cast in some zombie film set to shoot the upcoming Fall. I went to some Tiki store in California. And I got to watch some of our neighbors get a surprise visitor early one morning.
I was awakened at 7:30 one morning by a loud megaphone voice. At first, I thought it was some “Vote For Somebody” campaign, of which I was about to kill the person for rallying so early. Then I went to one of the front windows and looked out to see….
A FULL S.W.A.T. team.
Two “battle wagons”, K9 Units, tear gas launchers, shields, police, guys in red berets, forensics, everything.
“I wonder if they were expecting Ty Pennington and his design team”, I mused, certain that the neighbors would love to move that bus.
The siege went on for over half an hour, pulling out four skanky looking people. The same people who were running electricity from my newly abandoned neighbor’s house. The same house that owned that chihuahua that visited our backyard a few weeks back. A “quiet” neighborhood it wasn’t, as our little circle was completely filled and blocked off by police related cars. I sipped my coffee while I watched the morning’s show. Why read about the news when you can watch it next door while in your pajamas?
While not as exciting, I did later get to enjoy a delightful round of mini golf at King Putt with my friend Christie. The illustrations on the walls here are amazing. I also greatly hate the hole here with the little hill on it.
Damn “hill hole”….