Ladies and gentlemen, we are now in hour 1.52 of celebratory Opening Us-ness, post-performance. Including dance parties via butts (so as not to piss off the downstairs neighbors.) God. We need to have a legit cast party at an actual house where we can lose our shit and jump around like assholes.
…We are such good examples of humanity to the youth of our cast.
Guess what, though?
…Tonight is just grown-up time…with four almost grown-ups. The Joe, a Marty, The Fella, and Me.
I’m restricted cuz of period pain pills.
The limitation pisses me off.
But we still managed to kill an entire magnum of Champagne in an over-sized Wine glass the size that God drinks out of…while playing “Thunder Struck”…which was new to me, cuz I never went to a Big-Ten collage.
Then the Kracken and Coke and Vino were busted out…and the dance party got all yay-er.
…Also, we have a matinee tomorrow…or rather “today”…and there are Cheetoes in front of me.
…I dunno that this random stream-of-consciousness is gonna be as awesome when I read it in retrospect tomorrow…something like fifty seconds after the alarm goes off and I have to be in the shower. In fact, it prob’ly won’t…but at least I can say I fulfilled my blogging obligations for the day.
I am a responsible adult, dammit!
…Gotta go. We are apparently watching Katy Perry videos now.
~D
