11-May-2006

Spending the week stuffing 300 t-shirts into mass-ordered gift bags almost made me forget about my exciting Monday night.  Last week, I wrote that I needed to get JOC to sign my dad's "Joe's Apartment" DVD.  I'd already spoken to RR about it, and, when I told her it was one of my dad's favorite movies, she responded with, "Is he a pothead?"  She proceeded to tell me that JOC was at the Derby (jealous!), but she'd give it to him when he got back.  In the meantime, I decided to hang on to it.  Imagine my surprise when who shows up Monday night, Tito's Tacos in hand, but JOC, right at my desk.  "I brought you food.  Let's watch the Clippers game," he says, striding into H-berts's office and flicking on the TV.  Yeah, I've met him once.  Maybe twice.  But here's the magic of JOC - he's been on sets since he was, like, two.  And he knows EVERYONE by name, and he knows where they're from, and he'll know their favorite cuisine.  It's what he does, because he knows it's important.  So, in addition to getting him to sign my dad's DVD, I also spent two hours with him watching the game and eating tacos.  Just me and him.  Afterwards, he drove me to my car, since I have to park far away.  Nice guy, that JOC.  Nice guy.