Summer Hiatus
All good things come to an end.
Ugly Betty's Season 1 officially wrapped this past Friday (well, Saturday morning). I'd tell you all about the eloquent speeches and heartfelt goodbyes, but I wasn't there. I finished on Thursday, in the middle of a long day of work, with an enthusiastic applause as everyone moved on to the next scene. Oh, and there were crepes. Free crepes. I ate two, grabbed a cup of coffee to go and walked off the lot for the last time. Well, until July anyway.
It's a funny thing, the ending of a season. I expected a little more out of it, to be honest. But the reality is that we're coming back. And not only are we coming back, we're coming back in two months. And during those two months, the cast is going to be together at least three times for promotional events. So, really, it's more of a little breather than a full-fledged hiatus, nothing to get all blubbery about.
And, looking back at the season, I feel grateful, not sad. I am grateful to have been asked to be a part of this show and grateful to have worked with such an extraordinary group of people, from top to bottom. Not to mention, grateful that we get to do it all over again. Oh, and for Häagen-Dazs mint chocolate chip ice cream with hot fudge, too. I love that stuff.
As for my time off, I plan on spending it hanging out with Anel and the boys, working on my house and making a general nuisance of myself. I want to catch up on all of the movies I've missed, read a few books (I'm almost done with
My French Whore, by
Gene Wilder), go to the beach and, of course, watch the last three episodes of
Ugly Betty.
When we're in production we screen the current episode during lunch on Thursdays, but now I have to wait until 8 pm/ET like everyone else (except for those Central Time people who watch it at 7. They always have to be first). Of course, I do still have the advantage of knowing what happens in those episodes - each and every juicy, hilarious, heartbreaking detail. I know who gets kissed and who doesn't, who gets hurt and who doesn't, which relationship ends and which doesn't. And no, I'm not going to tell you any of it.
All right, I'll tell you one thing. We will not be seeing Henry's apartment after all. We almost got to see it, honestly, but in the end the story worked better this way. Besides, I think we all know that the entire series is based on the anticipation of seeing Henry's apartment, so if we were to see it in Season 1, where else is there to go? Careful, there are children in the room.
And, no, "Henry's apartment" is not a metaphor. I meant it literally. And, in case there is any confusion, I am aware that
Ugly Betty is, perhaps, not entirely dependent on the fictional abode of my character whose name is not, in fact, Betty. Perhaps.
Now, I'm not sure exactly how to do this, so I'll, " do it quickly, like tearing off a Band-Aid." That's a quote from the finale, by the way. This is my last
Ugly Betty blog. Thanks for reading. Thanks for watching.
All the best,
Chris
