(West Village specifically) at 6:30 am. My car came at 7:30, so why on
Earth would I be out on the street at that time? The answer: Mexican
customs fucked me.
We sent down five boxes last week and three got stuck in customs. We
paid a few hundred dollars to get the tool box and other supplies
released. But for the other two boxes, they wanted us to pay 83000
pesos each (that's $8000). Fuck that.
The problem with that is the precious cargo in one of the boxes.
Unfortunately there was a pinstripe fedora in the shipment that
Jennifer Hurt was going to wear. We promised the client that she'd
look like a mobster to promote the Hitman DVD. So that forced me to
search for a new costume.
Luckily that was quite easy since I live in the West Village. Fantasy
Land is a mere 2 blocks away. Not only did I get the mafia girl
outfit, but I also picked up a few new Pyrex pieces. I <3 New York.
