We cast the movie with the primary concern to find the best actor. We not only did that, but we got lucky and found three awesome guys that I would hang out with regardless of whether we were working together.
All five of us--me, Nils, Geoff, Jesse and Matt--are about the same age, about the same intelligence, all straight, all former athletes, and all love to have fun. We had our first night out drinking in Shreveport last night. I think Geoff Stults said it best at the end of the night:
"None of us are going to make it through this movie alive."
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So much funny from yesterday, I'll go through a few things:
When Czuchry came to the office, he had his backpack. It was a plain black one, and I was impressed at how he was even humble in his choice of attire. He set it down to use the restroom, and I noticed a glimmering logo on it. Maybe not so humble after all: It was a Prada backpack. No seriously, here's the pic of it:
So of course we start busting on him about it:
Matt "No no no, my friend gave it to me as a gift. I use it because it has all these cool options, like a pocket for your ipod--"
Tucker "Stop lying nancy boy. Just fucking admit you spent $900 for a cloth sack."
Matt "No, really it was a gift--"
Tucker "ADMIT IT!!"
Matt "OK, you're right, I'm a fashion douche."
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Someone asked Stults if he was an actor. He said, "I'm not just an actor, I'm also very good looking."
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Jesse and Matt have both expressed a desire to start posting on the production blog, and interacting with fans. I told them I think it's a great idea, so you guys can expect something from them in the near future. But I told Jesse if he wants to do that, he has to stop wearing sunglasses inside, even if he's being ironic:
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I didn't see this because I was busy talking to this hot girl (who at the end of the night informed she doesn't have sex, at all, with anyone, which I guess includes me) but Jeff Waldman saw it and wrote about it:
"So last night the bartender looks at me with a glisten in her eyes which I took to mean, 'if you tip me more I might sleep with you.' She pours a half dozen shots from the shaker and we all throw them back. Then she dumps out the remaining ice and dental fixtures. Seriously. Two of these fall out:
And Geoff pops them back into his mouth. I guess that look in her eyes was "I just mixed these shots with something that Geoff Stults pulled out of his mouth." On one hand you've got to respect such a bold move. On the other hand, fuck Geoff Stults."
And by a stroke of luck, my assistant Greg got pics of the incident as it happened:
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We found out yesterday that Matt Czuchry's ex-girlfriend is Kate Bosworth. He casually mentioned that they are still friends and that she was really excited for him to get this role because she is a huge fan of my book.
Tucker "Kate Bosworth likes my book?"
Matt "For real, she'd read it before I ever heard of you. She loves it. She's a big fan."
Tucker "THEN WHY THE FUCK HASN'T SHE EMAILED ME??"
Matt "I don't know, probably because she is a good person and has morals."
Tucker "Well fuck her then."
Kate if you read this, gimme a call, we need to hang out. I am just like Matt, except without all the good stuff. And with some additional bad stuff. So I'm nothing like him. But I am definitely better than Orlando Bloom.
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Jesse was accosted by a girl last night who had nine fingers. Not ten. Nine. We called her Stumpy and Digit and Nubby and various other offensive terms all night. Then Jesse told her she should get a tattoo on her hand that says "The meaning of life" with an arrow to her stump. She got so upset she dumped a beer on an innocent bystander and got kicked out of the bar. Then in the parking lot she hit three other cars on her way out. No one hardly blinked. Just another night in Shreveport I guess.
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Speaking of Shreveport: I have met like five cops, and every single one are cool as shit. It's weird, I have never seen so many cool police officers in one place. I didn't even know cops could be this cool. If you have to get arrested, this is a good city to do it in.
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Just as I was posting, I got this text from my buddy Ted. I have to post a picture, re-writing it won't do it justice:
EDIT: The next day he posted this on the message board:
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I woke up with no shoes on a couch in a dark room. I got up from the couch, walked out the door, and was in what appeared to be a dark bar I vaguely remembered. I yelled "Hello?" a couple of times and when I received no answer I walked toward the door. It was locked. I unlocked it, stumbled out into the parking lot. I realized where I was but I had no idea what to do. I thought it over for awhile and decided dropping my pants and pissing on their stoop was a good idea. I couldn't lock the bar so I left it as it was. I text messaged google to get the number for a cab in Shreveport, got some haggard woman on the phone, and told her I'd be sleeping in the grass off of Youree Dr. in front of Fat Cats and that there was a $20 tip in it for her if she woke me up when she got there and drove me to the Horseshoe.
I walked barefoot up the 4 flights of the Horseshoe parking lot and got in my car. Then I drove to work."
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There are a bunch of pics of that night up, you can see them all on the Flickr account.
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