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car full of mysterious girls

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

On my walk around the seawall this evening, I spotted a seal a number of times; it seemed to be making about the same time I was. I followed it for a while, hoping to be able to get some pics.

After ten minutes or so, I came upon a three or fours cars driving slowly through the park with an escort of a lone police motorcycle. The first vehicle was a van with the rear doors hanging open. The second was a 70's-era convertible occupied by four young women; it had a camera boom strapped to the front, and a camera loomed over the interior. They stopped near where I was changing my film, and I decided to go have a closer look.

Crew scrambled out of the van to work on the camera, so and I asked the girls in the car what they were filming.

"You'll have to wait 'til you see it!" said one.

"Low budget porn," another confided.

"Oh ho," I rejoined, wittily, and wandered around the front to take some pics of the equipment. The girls made paparazzi jokes. I spotted the little clapper board thing like you see in the movies, and it looked like the next real was #107 of a Weight Watchers ad. I told the girls, "Have fun," and headed off in search of the elusive harbour seal.

I found it again, and finally managed to get down to the water at a spot where some debris had piled up against the sea wall. I look forward to seeing the shots. Unfortunately, I doubt I'll ever see the commercial, because I instinctively avoid tv ads.