Fiesta

Monday AM, the house next to us was nothing but floor joists on a foundation. Tuesday AM, the first floor was framed. Wednesday AM, the second floor was mostly framed. Thursday it was 40° and raining all day. So when I got home Thursday PM, I didn't expect to see anyone working there. But the framers' trucks were all there and they were blaring that accordion-based Mexican music that they always listen to. But nobody was hammering anything or sawing anything or moving wood around. They were just hanging out. OK, I did plenty of that when I worked outdoors - though I probably would've driven home rather than stand around in a skeleton of a house on the last day of winter. But, no big deal.

About an hour later, I looked out my kitchen window and saw some bright blue and red lights flickering in the house's garage area. A TV? I looked some more and saw that the lights were being projected on the plywood wall, A projection TV? Why would anyone bring a projection TV to a construction site? Are they watching college basketball? I looked closer and figured out that it wasn't a TV at all. It was one of those multi-colored disco ball light things.

A crew of a half-dozen house-builders, all men, all Hispanic, brought a disco ball into a cold and wet shell of a house and had a little party until 7:00 - their normal quitting time. I hope they billed the builder for the hours!