Directly after the show, I did a show with Infinite Sundaes and it went well. It was fun to play with some of the best improvisers in the city. It's weird playing in a musical improv group where I have almost nothing to do with the production. It forces me to focus on just being an actor which is a welcomed dynamic. Granted, right now, that's all I can focus on for there is a rotating cast every few months so I just want to have fun and fawk the boolsheet.
After the shows, I was exhausted. I went out for a bit to hang with both casts and found myself slurring my speech, believing the words coming out of everyboy's mouths (all lies as they're all improvisers), and longing for my bed. My inhibitions were all but gone at this point as I felt like I could just say anything I wanted to and get away with it. I felt drunk! It was probably my low blood sugar as I hadn't eaten anything since 2 PM that day.
I grabbed some Julio's on the way home, scarfed a couple of tacos once I got home, and went to bed. This morning I woke up later than normal. I dragged arse all day and luckily didn't have a headache as a result of the night before. I felt horrible until after I ate again and then went to work finally.
Is this what it's like being drunk?
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