Holiday Strike!
This weekend I had the honor of tearing down theatre sets in Lima (which is called strike). By honor, I mean being completely lost, not know what I could and couldn't do and being in everyone's way. It got to a point that I told anyone that asked why I was just standing in a corner, "I would rather be called lazy and have the job get done right by someone who knows what they're doing, than be called dumb because I did the job wrong and messed everything up." There were so many people helping out that they honestly didn't even need a puny person like me anyway. A couple good things did happen during strike though. First, I met a really cute guy and Crystal and I hung out with him for a while, wrapping things in cloth (they called it muslin. Why cloth is so hard to say, I have no idea, but whatever.) For the majority of the night he didn't know my name and just referred to me as "small person" (not demeaning whatsoever...). I pretended to make a b...