Le maudit Mo D.

cough sneeze sleep

Tonight the reunion committee had a post-mortem phone call to discuss what went well/what didn't with the reunion. There is still paperwork to be filed with the college--the Ladycollege doesn't shit around when it comes to reunions. I related this truism about my weekend to these ladies and now I will relate it to the world at large:

"I was so physically and emotionally exhausted from the reunion a week later, I sleepwalked through an entire improv festival and skipped most of the social events to sleep. And I'm still coughing my head off and I still can't get enough sleep."

So yes, agreeing to participate in an improv festival less than a week after the reunion was bad foresight on my part. Not that I didn't have fun at BtBB. Mini-golf on Saturday was the most fun mini-golf experience I've ever had. Flinging myself bodily over a hole at a family mini-golf center was an incredible experience and I'm glad I got to share it with friends! The weather was perfect (so easy it is to forget that L.A. is very beautiful). But I was conscious that my body was falling apart and that I was being sort of anti-social and I regret that. I still feel like crap and can't seem to shake this nagging cough. SoCal air probably doesn't help. Anyway, the Geegsters had a fabulous show (we did Space Station even though we agreed we'd never do a space show again but it was only half a space show and half about a dysfunctional pair of twin sisters.)

Being chez maman is like being suspended in a bottle of honey, only this time around, Little Bro's new (I guess?) boyfriend (nature of relationship unclear at this juncture) is hanging around late into the night. Young gay love in one room, a coughing, exhausted 30-something married woman in the other, their 60 year old mother downstairs watching CBS programming. Gotta love my family.