After a weekend of unseasonal heat here in Southern California, I was glad to hear that today’s call would be on a stage that’s normally air-conditioned to the point that one needs a sweater.
Except today. Today, the air conditioner just couldn’t keep up and it was even hot inside the stage.
Not as hot as it was outside, mind you, but still hot enough that I started to get worried about the combination of sweat and my thin cotton T-shirt, especially when I had to go up to the perms (heat rises, so the walkways above the set are like a dusty sauna) searching for a burning something. I use the term ‘something’ because when there’s a burning smell, it’s either a Bates connector or something else. Many Bates connectors are still made of Bakelite (although some are made of a hard plastic which smells a lot like Bakelite when it burns), which can only withstand so much heat before it starts to scorch and makes a very distinctive smell.
Coming down from the perms, in a moment of heat-related insanity, I agreed to go work for a friend of mine who’s rigging on one of the city’s hotter backlots.
And, of course, the crew screening for the movie I did last year is tomorrow night, and I can’t go. When I sent the RSVP I knew I’d probably have to work. Why do they have these screenings on weeknights, anyways?
Hopefully the weather bots are right and it’ll be a bit cooler tomorrow.
I’m off to bed.