Male exotic dancers are gyrating just outside my door as I write this. Shirtless, bowtied, wearing Santa hats and jeans. The music is loud. The lights are bright and the dollies are swaying.
We dealt with film shoots before in our Main Street location. This is the first one in Trolley Square. While each experience with filming has been different, I'm viewing this one with new eyes. It's a little bigger, a little louder, and a little more out of our control. Still it's fun to watch. This is the only place and time I'll ever be able to watch Tori Spelling grab Santa by his (fake) beard and yell, "You son of a bitch!" It's also the only place and time I'll ever encounter male dancers. And it's only Wednesday. I wonder what the next two days will bring.