Wednesday, November 03, 2004

It's a wrap.

Officially, at least, for me. I still have some fine tuning to do to my work and will go back into the office to print it on Friday, but as far as everything else, I'm done. Off the books. Out in to the world, having no idea what is next.

And right now, I don't care.

Yesterday, David Simon gave a very generous gift to me in appreciation of the work done during the season. I know that my coworkers in the writer's office got a generous gift as well. I was really floored. I still am. Just another example of how well I've been treated on this show by people with good hearts.

We had our wrap party on Friday, and it was the hot ticket in town. That day, Derrick and I played a great joke on David Simon, decorating his office like a crime scene, body outline and all. Derrick kindly provided his person so that I could tape around him. We scattered Davidisms around the floor, like an empty gatorade bottle, chewed on pens, and an Almond Joy wrapper. Around the body outline were script pages from this season, a crumpled actor's headshot, and we cordoned off the scene with real crime scene police tape. He walked into his office and I heard a big laugh. Derrick and I let loose, and David got so much of a kick out of it he even laid down in the body outline where I took his picture. Hilarious.

For the party, I dressed up in gown and shawl, and went on my own knowing that I'd see my coworkers there. Lots of food, drink, bartenders that spoke little English and same for the caterers. I ordered a cosmopolitan, and got some strange drink in return. I didn't care, as I was game to try anything. Our gag reel was very funny, with lots of good editing at work. The band and music was loud, and at first I was self conscious to dance as it had been so long, and I knew there were going to be some good dancers on that floor. When I was in ballet, I was one with movement and my body, but it had been a while since I'd asked it to move to music. Finally, I inched onto the floor and like anything, once I warmed up I was fine. Not my best dancing, but I did ok.

There was a lot of talking and mingling, toasting of glasses and kisses on cheeks. Hugs and funny looks and laughing at one another. A precious moment when Anwan Glover, who plays Slim Charles, and Kelli R. Brown, who plays Kimmy were at the bar, and Funky Town came on. I guess it was the disco segment of the evening, and they were moving to the music and encouraged me to move with them. I tried as best I could, but I didn't feel my groove that night. It was precious in a way, being invited like that and unexpectedly gentle in its openness. I wasn't being judged, just asked to participate. So I did, whether my groove was felt or not.

A male coworker on the production side touched my butt a few times every time we'd be in a circle talking. His hand seemed to just find itself there, but I pretended I didn't notice. I guess I'm past feeling like I have to react to every grope. Were it overt, or were he a slob, that would be one thing, but this person just seemed to want to touch the female body. As long as his hand didn't linger there, I could pretend it didn't exist. When the moment allowed, I slipped away out of arm's reach.

Anwan Glover got up and did some really good rapping. And I mean really good. Apparently he's already a very well known rapper in a DC based Go-Go band called Backyard Band. Derrick told me about him and I'm now intrigued to find out more.

During the party, I had to scream at Dominic West on the dance floor, the music was so loud. Finally, I gave up trying to talk, as it was too hard to explain the answer to what sort of things that I researched while shouting. Everyone wants to know what you research, and so many things come to mind. Because really, I researched everything on this show, including when the term motherfucker was first used. For those of you who are curious, it was 1918. How can you explain that over blaring music? Dominic was gregarious as always, and funny. Very cute, and my last kiss on the cheek of the evening. I heard the party was winding down, and made my way downstairs. I was walking out and ran into Andre Royo, who hugged and kissed me, and Dominic, who asked me if I was leaving, then did the same. Not a bad way to end the night.

And that's the beauty of having worked on The Wire. Somewhere on my journey, I took the road less traveled and wandered into for me, an entirely new layer of the American experience. A layer where I was able to walk around on my own and feel about, and where I could shut up and learn about the varied people, cultures, and stories of the urban African American experience. And I'm not talking about the show itself, but the people whom I got to know and places that I walked and drove through, watched from afar, or not from so afar, voices I spoke to and faces I studied. Music that I heard and clothing I saw, hair styles, gadgets, cars, rims, yes...rims. Neighborhoods, language, terminology, laughter, and so much more. And yes, the despair, hopelessness, and ruin of many in the blighted neighborhoods. I owe a lot of being able to experience that fully to Derrick, my coworker who generously explained things to me and went with me into dangerous neighborhoods that I couldn't have gone into alone, and getting me to look closer than I may have otherwise.

I'll never forget it.

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