Remember when I mentioned getting to be an extra in a film?
My hands hurt from clapping and my voice hurts from screaming (and I'm sore from my car accident, but that's neither here nor there). Me and the husband just spent an hour and a half tonight cheering on the Venezuelan (am I spelling that right? I can't be arsed to look, but it got through spell check) Nationals baseball team. Well, fake cheering for the fake Venezuelan Nationals. It was fun being an extra, and we were sitting behind the "Venezuelan hotties" (who, ridiculously, had southern accents) in the stands, so we might actually be in the film. Who knows. Anyway, it IS called "Amateurs," like I'd thought, and it has a myspace, apparently, but I it keeps timing out on me, so meh... I'll link it later.