Yesterday I got into work only to find that I was the only person working in the admin office area and that the door to The Library was locked. I hunted down one of the costume shop guys and although he didn't have a key, he took me around the building(s) looking for one. We were unsuccessful and I called BossLady on her cellphone and left a message. Then I started recycling scripts in the outer office, which I was supposed to do anyway. While I was going that, GrantWriter showed up (I startled her by popping off the floor behind a desk where I was seated ripping rejected plays out of reusable folders) and it turned out she knew where a spare key was. So after rummaging in the desk of the woman next to her, she let me in to The Library to continue my work.
I worked pretty solidly for four hours uploading the cabaret video, reading Southern Comforts, and temporarily completing my play compilation spreadsheet before leaving at six. I got home and hung out with Flatmates M and H and Neighbor C for a while before M left and C brought The Muppet Show over from her apartment. They called Intern J, the loudest and oldest of us all, and some other guys and invited them to join us. They seemed unenthused for the most part, aside from Intern J who said he was pumped to watch the muppets before heading out to his favorite gay bar at eleven. We chatted for a little longer until he showed up and we started watching an episode wherein Alice Cooper guest stars. It was pretty disturbing. Midway through the episode we were joined by Intern T, just off the phone with his boyfriend, Flatmate S, fresh from the shop and totally paint covered, and SexyDownstairsNeighborMan (Intern D, but I like that name better), who had just gone for a run. We watched two more episodes (Liberace and Loretta Lynn) and then started playing Apples to Apples when Interns A, N, and K joined us. Even Flatmate M made it back from her rehearsal in time to play a few hands. She and I were locked in a dead heat until I pulled ahead with "Oblivious--Boys" to clinch the Apples to Apples Winner title.
Then we started playing a game called Celebrity, which is sort of a mixture of charades and Taboo, and it was absolutely hilarious. My team won that as well, mostly because, as Intern T pointed out, it was the team with the Literary Interns on it. Huzzah!
I have discovered that within the theater, there are certain stereotypes about certain interns. The stage managers seem to be the most fun to be around (and rightly so, because they're also the nicest), the management interns are popular types, the literary interns are intellectuals, the costumes shop ones are artsy, the shop ones are awkward and the list goes on. It's definitely not true all the time--of course not--but like most stereotypes there is at least some, however glancing, basis in fact. Anyway, we won the game. :)
I headed to bed around one after reading a few chapters of Babycakes. I read more this morning, pausing briefly to field a Paris call from Mom. Now I'm in my favorite Panera, and at 2:30 I'm going to see The Fall, a movie Roger Ebert loved and everyone else hated.