It's one of those nights that separates the Rock Stars from those who make them Rock Stars. We wrapped early tonight (meaning 9:30pm, or only a 11 1/2 hr. day for the crew), and we have a late call tomorrow (1 in the pm). That, mes amis, is an invitation to party. It's almost like a weekend, I mean, we had almost 15 hrs off! Dang! There was a point about 5 years ago where I was split between the "rock star" life, and one that is livable. Thank the heavens I met Marianna, a voice of reason and wisdom, yet a voice that likes beer, to keep me from falling into the party world. It's hard to work when one is puking, and it's hard to find good places to puke when one is working. It seems I'll never be a rock star, no matter what I do with my hair.
...fuego
