Busy week so far.

I love this time of a show when things start coming together. The set is mostly in, and details are appearing. The floors are now painted. Furniture goes in tomorrow. My preliminary cue list is done, and delivered to the director and person-we-call-stage-manager. Tomorrow, after a bit of shopping(chandelier chain), I hope to be able to start writing some cues. I also have a bunch of practical lights to make work, though I got the lights for the TV done today, I just have to put a hole in the floor to plug it in in the basement. shit. And outlets and light switchplates. (the TD for Virginia Woolf used nuts (as in "and bolts") to simulate switches. I didn't think it looked too good, and they were further away than ours will be. I'll use real switches.)

The party on sunday was fun. subdued, but fun. Then during the night came the intestinal pains. Mostly gas pain. Though caused me to throw up in the shower the next morning. I called in late for work and rested while the meds I took took effect. By the end of the day, I was tired (I'd been week all day) but stomach felt fine. Seems that S, also at the party, also had them. Hmmmm. We think either the brats (though they looked thoroughly cooked), or the honey mustard, which looked a bit runny, but honey mustard usually is.

Today also had an interesting moment. Our elevator shaft has grafitti. It's a freight elevator, with an open face, no inner grate. From day one in the building, it's been drawn on. Show quotes, signatures of interns, pithy sayings, drunken ramblings (it started, so I'm told, one new years eve painting/drinking party in the elevator). Some of it has been censored, but a lot of it is still funny, others just curious. Boss and a few of us were riding and somebody mentioned painting it out. Boss suggested painting a mural of all of us, the whole three floors worth tall. Somebody then said, "naked". at which point most people said, "no, nobody wants to see that."
Why do people have such a problem with that. One of the ladies said that nobody wanted to see her naked. Now, I'm overly cautious since my blunder with E., so I didn't say anything, but I really wouldn't mind it one bit. I don't know how much I should say, but I hate seeing women with such a low self image, that they believe that. I think women's bodies are beautiful. I'm ambivalent towards naked men... but women are spectacular. Reminds me of a Friday Five I saw in their archive. I'll have to dig that up. Later. I have to get going, I don't want to lock up the building.