There's something vaguely unwholesome about drinking a post-work beer at 7 am.
The world is just waking up, parents are dropping their kids off at school (well, not on Saturday, but you get the idea), lines are forming at coffee places, and I'm cracking open a cold one while I watch the morning traffic report, grateful to have made it home in one piece.
We shut the doors of our truck just as the sun was coming up - the end of our weeklong night exterior extravaganza.
Thank the deity of your choice that it's over. Night work is tough - just staying up all night is a pain, and when we're outside after dark, it's a lot of work for us (there's a huge difference between the movie version of dark and actual dark. Movie dark involves a surprisingly large number of lights).
People get tired and cranky, tempers get short - it's a contagious case of what one of the camera assistants calls "the pissy-pants".
Last night, however, the crew were not the crankiest people around - and I actually felt shamed into not complaining about being cold.
This movie takes place in the summertime, so last night we shot an outdoor pool party scene.
An outdoor pool party on a cold night in a pool that despite the rented water heaters never got over 68 degrees.
A pool that was full of actors pretending to be having fun on a balmy summer night which was actually 48 degrees with a very cold wind.
They did a good job, though. They didn't even visibly shiver on camera.
I came home, slept for about three hours and am going to try to stay awake until 8 or 9 tonight. I have to get back on a day schedule - we have a 6 am call on Tuesday (they're giving us an extra day off over the weekend to get re-adjusted, which is very, very nice of them).