Flew to Tucson today. Trip was pretty uneventful. Christy grinned "like a jackass eatin' briars" most of the way. Our final landing in Tucson was pretty rough. We hit hard and bounced down the runway. Turns out the pilot was a woman. Christy made the first comment about that.

We rented a car and drove in to the Lofts on 4th Avenue. We're staying in unit No. 1. This is the same one that Carol Anne and Hilary stayed in. The apartments are just as wonderful as I recall. And just as inexpensive.

We went to dinner at On The Border and had some very reasonable Mexican food. After dinner we went by the grocery to buy necessities - pop tarts and orange juice.

Patrick came over around 9 and we chatted at length about a new project for next summer. I also pitched my two spec projects The Pressman and Zombie Noir. Patrick liked The Pressman, but he loved Zombie Noir.

He left around ten to meet with the sound designer. They are still working on sound.

Screening tomorrow.