For the
pre-dinner cocktail, I mainly hauled around some lights and gaffed the wires,
but I did also learn how to set up bar lighting. It’s not horribly difficult . . . which is
probably a good thing, because I was asked to light the bar by myself on Saturday
night. For smaller bar setups, you take
two of our smallest lights and clamp them to the back corners of the
table. Point each light diagonally
across the table, and that’s about it.
After that, depending on the room, you may or may not have to run
ridiculous lengths of extension cords halfway across the room to power your
lights. Once you’re made sure there aren't
any blatant tripping hazards, cover the orange.
After we
packed up and disappeared, we took our dinner break at employee dining. Regular dining hall food at Cornell is
already pretty good, but Statler-made food takes it up another level. They had some version of shepherd’s pie sans
reconstituted mashed potatoes and questionable meat products often found in
school cafeteria lunches, beef (not sure what the dish was called), coleslaw,
and desserts.
It’s kind
of my joke that I eat meals so I can have dessert, and not only was this meal
fancier than just about anything I’d eaten in the past, oh, year or so , but it
also ended with chocolate peanut butter pie.
(Keep in mind I've been eating in dining halls and at home, where meals
consist of a) whatever you can find in the fridge, or b) white rice, stir fried
vegetables, and a rotation of approximately 5 and a half meat dishes. For the record, I still like eating at home
and in the dining halls.) As much as I
like peanut butter, peanut butter and chocolate together in a dessert is
getting to my idea of the ideal dessert.
So I was pretty happy when I returned to CP headquarters to do homework.
My second
shift of the day was setting up the post-dinner cocktail. After running back and forth between the event
location and headquarters 3 or 4 times to pick up forgotten equipment, I was
set to making sure half a dozen tables scattered around the room had power. For this event, the designer wanted a dance
club atmosphere with lights under the tables.
The tables all had a covering that reached the floor, so when the lights
were placed underneath them, it created a softened, glowing table effect.
Naturally, the next step after getting all the wires and lights set up was gaffing everything. At this point, not only were we running out of tape, but we were a little short on wires. As in, we ended up shoving several dozen feet of a coil of wire underneath a table because we didn't have a shorter extension cord. Besides the fact that you could see the coil glowing orange when the light was on and we had to gaff the entire thing with white tape, it worked. I also managed to secure the better part of one wire before I realized that the plugs connecting the extension cord to the light would be right in the middle of the floor. I finished it up anyway . . . and had to redo it ten minutes later. We ran a final check of the room, making sure all the lights were on and there were no loose wires, and performed our usual disappearing act. Before we left, however, we did get to see the final products of our labor, and I have to say, it looked pretty cool. No pictures though, because it takes two hands to tear gaff tape.
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