The day had been a long one. Cody had no idea how tiring it would all be when they got off to their somewhat bumpy start in the morning at Ba Bar. But shooting a TV show, even one as mindless as a reality number like Husband Hunters, took a long time. A very long time. Who knew?
Now, as he turned under a hot shower at the Westin hotel in downtown Seattle, feeling the warm pressure loosen up and relax him, he continued to marvel at what went into producing just a few minutes of television.
There were takes and retakes, endlessly. There were staged reaction shots. For example, when they were at happy hour at the Lobby Bar on Pike Street, they actually had each of them sit alone as the cameraman filmed them laughing, looking ahead quizzically, and nodding as though they had just heard the m
