In retaliation for Mr. Movie Star's idea of a practical joke (He waited until I was in the pool without my top on, screamed "Oh, my God! My mother's here!", and then took pictures of me scrambling for my top while trying to cover my shame and stay underwater at the same time*), I pulled an old fashioned, but still fun prank.
I short-sheeted him.
I know, I know.. it's very 1940's, but that's the beauty of it. Short-sheeting is so old, that he'll never think of it. Especially since he's been working insane hours and is currently in a state of overwork induced brain death. He'll get home about 2 or 3 am, and it'll probably take him half an hour to figure out what the problem is.
Hehehe. I was stressed about this meeting tomorrow, but I feel a lot better now.
* Film crews have incredibly sophomoric senses of humor, and if you spend enough time around us, it rubs off on you. If you must judge Mr. Movie Star harshly, do so because, as practical jokes go, this one could have been way better.