Where Jane Austen, birthday cake, and chair-dancing meet

My day on a film yesterday:

Rode the subway for an hour to get my ride to set (which was actually only a few public-transportation-inaccessible miles from my apartment), thought we must be in one of those horror movies where the girls get picked off one by one because one of the two cars mysteriously didn't show up at set and then a girl took out her phone to call them and she vanished without us noticing when we were laughing about something, found everyone safe and sound, got dressed up like a school girl going through my punk phase while coming on to my teacher with lines about Jane Austen, was handed said coming-on-to-teacher-lines-about-Jane-Austen, which were lines I didn't know I had, and was told I could read them for the shots of the teacher but needed to memorize them by the time of the turnaround, did that, gave the teacher a birthday cake (which was not just a normal birthday cake but an ice cream cake and so melted a little bit more on every take), danced a bunch, got to deliver a whopper of a come-on line to the teacher at end of dance in case the whole Jane-Austen-lines/flirting/smiling/cake-delivering/dancing-at-him-while-standing-on-a-chair/grabbing-him-to-dance-with-me thing didn't make my character's intentions clear, and wrapped at 12:07AM.

So... a normal day at the office.