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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Back on the sauce

Yesterday--worst day ever for no particular reason--I came home not sure if I wanted to punch Tim or hug him (both). I was starving, tired, and incredibly grumpy. Normally, encountering a husband goofy off afternoon cocktails is recipe for disaster. I just wanted to curl up and do nothing for the whole night.

But after getting the hugging and punching out of the way, he convinced me to go over to a castmate's house. We biked over to find a few of his friends were sitting out on the porch, enjoying their day off, drinking lemonade and cheap vodka. Generally, I hate getting stuck at actor parties. I get so bored when their constant topic of conversation is theatre. I don't need them to ask me in-depth questions about my life--I could just go for neutral topics of conversation like music or movies . . . anything that doesn't involve references to Godot or the genius of Stoppard. I don't know who these playwrights are. I haven't yet read their stuff, and I probably never will. (And maybe that makes me a bitch, considering theatre is Tim's passion, but thank god he's got more going on in his head than a catalogue of plays.)

So there was, of course, the usual shop talk. One of the professional actors--the star of one or two of the rep shows--is a 23-year-old savant. She's the new theatre darling. She's nice enough, but a young person who has only known the acting life isn't that well-rounded. (And I'm not into swapping meaningful theatre quotes.) So honestly, she bores me.

But it was wonderful to sit outside and let two vodka lemonades warm me. And I know enough about the theatre company to be able to participate in (or rather, enjoy listening to) the gossip.

We biked home hungry. The downside of drinking early is that I never feel like cooking after. We headed towards Panera, then--an easy ride down a frontage road on the same side of the highway as our apartment complex. Half-way there, though, we saw a roadhouse across the street we'd never been to. Crossing the street on bikes isn't particularly a good idea (biking on streets here, never), but traffic was light. And all it took was "are you up for an adventure?" and we crossed and had good beer, delicious fries, and nasty cheeseburgers.

Having adventures is my favorite part about being with Tim. Exploring new things together. It was a wonderful evening. Getting to bond with Tim again, bike around, drink some beer . . . We didn't have to think about work, and we tapped out drum rhythms on the table in time with the piped-in classic rock. We finally rolled into bed late, happy and cuddling.


Blogger cilee said...

Adventures! What a great night.

10:06 AM  
Blogger Skeezix said...

I love exploring the new neighborhoods. I like finding all the really great spots to eat, the really terrible places to buy groceries and things of that nature.

And I swear, sometimes the best thing after a really shitty day is laughing and having some alcohol.

10:59 AM  
Blogger tish said...

I effing HATE actor parties and actors. For real, the most annoying part of being an actor is talking like that. You can't help yourself though.

Seriously, you should read some Stoppard though. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern is really funny.

2:19 PM  
Blogger amy corinne said...

In high school, two of my friends, Ed and Brian, had pet rats: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

9:55 AM  
Blogger LE said...

Ok, Tish. Since YOU suggested it, I'll read it.

10:15 AM  
Blogger tish said...

I feel special!
I'm sure Tim's got a zillion copies laying around.

You know what's fun for real though? Getting tipsy and acting out scenes. I try to make Sean do it, but he thinks I'm crazy. My old roomate Erin and I used to have such a blast doing that.

10:24 AM  

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