As in, very.
Case in point, I just finished watching all six seasons of Grimm. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 120 forty-five minute episodes.
I feel like I really fell down as a Portlander. I definitely fell down as an extra on the show.
When I started watching, I recollected that I’d been on the show 2-3 times. As my viewing progressed, I changed that tally to four.
Only one made the final cut.
Although, honorable mention for this close call…
Dishonorable mention for me gushing later about the cute guy in the scene with me – that I thought was also a background actor. It was David Guintoli – I’m sure I spelled that wrong – aka: the Grimm hizzownself. Side note, I also infamously gushed to the Silver Fox about this cute guy at the gym, a couple of times I think, before he told me in an incredulous tone that that was Sasha Roiz.
He completely missed my point, of course. I don’t usually like tall guys. This moment of attraction was growth for me!
The other two “castings” I booked, I never made it out of the holding area. Whatevs, still got paid, suckas!
I didn’t spend a lot of time giving the show 100% of my attention. Like I said, very busy. I had social media to scroll, Words With Friends that needed dominating and, I dunno…I had to multitask to make sure I had time to drink and occasionally get stoned.
Shut up, it’s a pandemic.
But most of the time I was either falling in love with the scenery of my hometown or picking apart why they would use street names as a point of reference for the wrong part of town. Or why they wouldn’t consistently use real street names or manufactured names…that was a conundrum.
Plus, for the first several years, an abandoned US Customs Building in my neighborhood was used as the Police HQ.
The photo where I’m just out of the frame, behind a column? Yeah, that was the interior of the precinct.
Except…by that season, the Customs House had been bought by this lil outfit called WeWork and the set had to be rebuilt over in the NW Industrial District. Pretty impressive that they could replicate the set do exactly that viewers were none the wiser. I actually drove by that old filming location out at Guilds Lake – there’s no lake, FYI – today while picking up a ride. I guess you can thank Lyft for finally getting this post onto the blogosphere.
I also drive by Nick and Juliette’s house several times a week. It’s weird to think that I never knew that was their “home” until just last month.
It’s funny how many scenes took place in my little part of Portland, the North Park Blocks. In addition to the Customs House, I noticed several other random scenes.
Sometimes the scene of a murdered person being discovered. Take, for instance, this “Who Wore It Best” moment.
Seriously, it was me.
…as evidenced by my unbathed/pre-spin class looks and the ability to stand alone in front of such an iconic piece of neon.
You shoulda seen me after that spin class, though. The Filipina Fox really kicked me keister for those 45 minutes.
Incidentally, that sign is gone now. The company – a shared office space, ironically, since it sits across the park from the Customs House/WeWork building – has closed up and took their sign with them.
Ergo, now I default to “playing” just to be safe.
Other times, it was just an apartment building lobby being repurposed as a storefront.
The shop behind Rosalee – Glyph, as it was known back then – is the infamous F&B cafe, where I like to go and write in the mornings during non-end of the world times. Right around the corner is the world famous (to me) Big Legrowlski.
Of course, this was also an opportunity to nostalgically appreciate old haunts that have been gentrified the fuck out of existence, as Portland grows. Places like the Overlook Restaurant.
Which is now – wait for it – an apartment building. But back in the days I called North Portland home, it was a place Sacha and I spent many a dinner with his parents.
The show turned out to be pretty good brain candy. I’m glad I finally made the time in my very busy schedule to watch it.
And it only took a global pandemic.