The taboo alcoholic spirits continue to appear after sunset during Ramadan. But they still aren't coming from our stingy reporter; again our Kuwaiti translators are being the perfect hosts.
In honor of the departure of six of our group, a case of beer was delivered Tuesday night to the room of one of the engineers. I didn't finish editing until 2 a.m., but there were still beer and revelers left. I had my ration, then went to bed for a long and much-needed rest.
It was cut short a few hours later with a phone call from downstairs; an editor was direly needed and could I please come down? It turned out the royal Kuwaiti government had just resigned and a report had to be filed right away. And so the day went, for the next 14 hours. By bedtime I had cut stories for all four reporters (including the one who had just left that morning) as well as some voice-overs and sound bites to use during live shots. Not that I mind hard work, long hours, or short deadlines. But I fear that I have distinguished myself as an editor here and will be pressed into service at the console full time. Mike Haan, the other soundman/editor on duty with me, shares my concern, so we plan to approach John Towriss about including the other two sound techs in the edit pool. We all want to get out in the field more, so everyone should get a turn.
There was one benefit to being dragged out of bed early--I got to say my farewells to the friends who were leaving. I don't expect to do much visiting in London, Atlanta, or Beijing, but everyone wants to go to San Francisco and I have created the possibility of numerous house guests.