I Bought Champagne

Overall, it was a nice weekend. And yes, it's Monday, but a) it's Columbus Day and b) I took a holiday. So yes, to me these are those last precious moments before another week of stress and busy, so I won't write much tonight.

But this weekend, from Friday night to now... well, I don't wish to boast about perfect hours spent with wonderful people as I'm a little bit Irish and thus a little bit on the superstitious side—and to knock on any wood, I'd have to stretch out my leg and tap the coffee table with my foot... okay, I'll go ahead and do that. Damn my superstition. I can't even talk about it without getting paranoid.

It's just about to be tomorrow. And I'm exhausted. Spent the last few days with some of my favorite people. Some traveled in from afar, while others are right here all the time (and for that I am grateful). We premiered a show. Read another one. Helped a friend move. Sat around and ate ice cream. Napped. God, did we nap. And generally just relaxed. Haven't done that in so long, I'm not sure I remembered how.

That was the summary. So yeah... I'll get into the who, what, where later... for now, I'll just say this. My friends, you rock. You are stupendous and awesome and I'm sane only because of you. If days like Sunday and Monday could be carbon-copied and sold, I'd be rich.