In a shooting day in the U.K., every few hours, everyone takes a bit of a tea break - not coffee, but a tea break. They bring out these little finger sandwiches with the crust cut off. Everyone sits around for a few minutes, with their pinkies in the air, drinking. It's so cultured.
SWEET BEATRICE YELLING, "I'M GOING TO THE CORNER STORE, BE BACK AT QUARTER TO FOUR" "DON'T SLAM YOUR PINKIES IN THE DRAWER" SHE CAN BE LIKE A MAIDEN FROM THE DAYS OF YORE HANGING OUT AT STUDIO 54 BREAK DANCING ON THE SLICK BRICK DISCO FLOOR WITH LIONEL RICHIE WHO, BY THE WAY, WAS A COMMODORE ONE TIME SHE GAVE MOUTH-TO-MOUTH TO A SNAGGLE TOOTH BOAR WHO COULDN'T BREAT RIGHT SINCE THE VIETNAM WAR THEN SHE PLAYED CHINESE CHECKERS WITH SKELETOR AND WENT CAMPING WITH EVA GABO
The feedback from the speakers changes and begins blasting death metal music so loudly into the sky that I swear the bridge suspensions are vibrating. The twins were in charge of the music selection. I catch sight of them on the side of the bridge, each with an arm raised, holding up their forefingers and pinkies in a devil sign, head-banging to the beat. They're mouthing the words to the garbled voice screaming over the intense electric guitar and drums blasting out of the speakers. They might look pretty badass if it weren't for their hobo clown outfits. It's the loudest party the Bay Area has ever heard.