I don’t gush. I’m not given to superlatives. I don’t use words like “fabulous” or “awesome”. Ever. Which probably explains why I was left without words much of the time we spent on the Supernatural set on Friday. It sounds inauthentic to say that everyone was kind, attentive, helpful. It would sound hyperbolic if I tried to describe exactly how nice they were to us, how generous all the people we met were with their time and talent. But to not be hyperbolic would be doing all those people a disservice.
And so I will gush. And because I can’t seem to do anything lately without looking through a self-analytical lens, I will no doubt pick apart my own fraught relationship to the project that we seem to have brought to a conclusion this weekend.
Our hotel proved the first instance of the move to both squeal like little girls and take a step back and say “What?”. Academics, as a rule, don’t travel in style. (I still curse Chaucer for setting up the stereotype of the poor scholar who teaches for the love of the profession and not from any aspiration of monetary gain. Thanks Geoff for setting the bar so damn low!!) The hotel we were told to stay at proved the intimidating exception to that rule. It was posh and I was not worthy. The place announced its quiet mission to cater to those who were used to being catered to the moment the doors were thrown open for us. As it turned out they were quite proud of their reputation of catering to the stars or those who just wanted to feel like stars by association. We were informed in the “About the Hotel” literature that actors frequented the place and that if we wanted to see them in their natural habitat (ok, those were not the exact words used) then we need only hang out in the bar in the evening and wait. Thrilling and puzzling at the same time. Shouldn’t the presence of people who presumably want to lay low and relax after a long day of working remain discreetly uncommented upon, rather than be used as a selling point for the hotel?
Boundaries, once again, were becoming a theme.
Adventures to be continued . . .
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