So I just rolled out of bed and stumble out for the morning paper. Shorts, yucky sweatshirt, bedhead, the works. And there are an immense # of people all over my steps/street because they are filming a Woody Allen movie at Caffe Vivaldi right across the street. (This is a correction from an earlier post when I thought it was just "Curb Your Enthusiasm.") Great. And, yes, I did indeed see Larry David. He looks just the same in person, although maybe not as pale. And, no, they did not ask me to be an extra.
Also, the production crew are highly unpleasant and you practically have to arm wrestle them to get in/out of your own apartment. Not cool.
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