Saturday, January 31, 2009

What A Waste


This morning I woke up and was hungover. Couldn't move, couldn't deal with the world, couldn't even think of eating or drinking, and couldn't remember a damn thing from the previous night.

That's great and all - but I realized how much I actually *hate* it. I'm not hungover very often, and I don't drink all that much, but I don't see the point of going out and drinking and then wasting an entire day in pain/misery/guilt/embarrassment. Now, this doesn't happen everytime I drink - in fact, it's only once or twice I've been basically paralyzed the next day.

Getting out of bed at 4:30pm to rejoin society wasn't great. By the time my show started at 7, it was like morning for me. And then we all hung out after and went to a bar, and I had one drink and I was like so not ready for it. Or, not even that, wasn't enjoying it. So, I decided to drink something I would enjoy drinking instead. Shirley temples. So while the guys I was with drank straight vodka, jamies on the rocks (the Mike Anastasia), and beers... I had, and thoroughly enjoyed, shirley temples!

Sure, it wasn't going to get me laid, as Duffy pointed out... "Why you drinking Shirley temples? No one's going to lay you. You need to have alcohol in you to get taken advantage of!"

And I had fun. A really fun time discovering that my group has GREAT banter. We're great at the whole "Relationship" aspect of our lives... but when it comes down to it, there's just no sexual chemistry. And by sexual chemistry I mean when we're actually performing improv - it's never as good as our conversations.

Tomorrow's going to be a good day. Go to Suffolk University's C Walsh Theater (55 Temple Street) and watch The Secret Movie Club (and Seriously Bent!) perform.

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