Sleepwalking (?)

Here's somethin' awesome, I was so tired (and probably a little drunk, let's be honest) that I awoke in a room in my apartment that I shouldn't have.

Yeah, it's happened before, but this time I was so confused and out of it that I was inventing a story line that did not exist. When I first awoke, I could only think , "man I'm cold". I tried to feel around for a blanket that didn't exist and figured I better open my eyes. I was on the couch in nothing but my underwear, a cat curled up on my arm and the main menu of the DVD I was watching at 2 AM cycling over and over.

Without hesitation I tried to recall when I had gotten out of bed to come watch a movie on the couch. I was positive I had been cozy in my large bed with yet another cat curled up next to me. I was recalling getting up, apologizing to the cat for disturbing her sleep and walking into the living room to lay on the couch. I slowly realized with dismay that this had never happened.

I had sat down on the couch to watch The Simpsons and eat the sandwich to help soak up some alcohol, and I passed the fuck out right there with whisky fumes evaporating from my open and snoring mouth. I couldn't fathom why my brain was trying to trick me into being so sure that I had started out in my bed and wandered elsewhere, it wasn't like this sort of thing hadn't happened before.

I'm tired and out of it, I'm guessing that's why. As I mentioned before I had spent approximately 21 hours of my Saturday and Sunday inside of a dark theater preparing for the opening of the show this Friday. While it was productive, while I had a delirious blast doing something that I absolutely love, there's not a lot of interesting tidbits to write about.

After Saturday's 10 hours we went to the bar and had a few. It was a good and low key time talking about shit with some very funny and talented people. And I mean seriously talking about shit; I've got some good stories to share for a time when you're not eating... Plus I was getting some pretty serious ego stroking from folks in regard to the work I was doing in the show, which honestly never feels bad.

So, to go all Latin on your ass, I'm throwing out a bit of a mea culpa; I'm in dress rehearsals all week so I plan on being worn out and with not a lot of fresh ideas to post on the ol' site here. Please forgive me if things get a little weird. And if you find yourself in the greater Seattle area on a Thursday, Friday or Saturday night between September 15th and October 21st come see a show. I think it's gonna be somethin' awesome.