Today was our last day in New Westminster. Despite its difficulties it has served us well and I am sad to leave. We departed in fine style with Chad and his other Teen Pageant contestant buddies lining up in their speedos for a bit of teutonic marching practice. In most movies I suppose it would have been a line of bikini-ed babes but the girls had the last laugh this time and got to watch Mr. Rochester, Mr Utica & co. strut their stuff.
Unsung heroes of the set part 2: Transpo’. Last night we left a bunch of trailers and trucks outside the Turf Motel at 9pm in the pouring rain. Lights were burning, heaters were heating and it looked like a small town on its own in the parking lot complete with flush toilets, televisions, video cassette players, fold out beds, photocopiers, clothing racks etc. This morning at 730 the whole ‘circus’ (as we call it) had magically re-appeared outside the Massey Theater. How did it get there? Where did it spend the night? None of us seems to know or care – unless it’s late. When they made African Queen they were miles down a river in the midst of the jungle and Katherine Hepburn did her own wardrobe and changed behind a tree with a mirror hanging from it. Movies aren’t made like that anymore and the inside of these trucks are more plushly furnished than many people’s homes. As I write this in my comfortable hotel room John, Brian, Chuck and co. are shifting the circus to a new location so that when we arrive in the morning we’ll all feel at home and ready for a day’s work.