Break a Leg

I would have posted this story last week, but since I've started rehearsals, my schedule typically goes like this..

6:30am Wake up.  It's not actually time for me to wake up, but I don't sleep well and this is typically when my body starts ramping up for the day...or something.  I'm pretty much in and out of consciousness for a while.

8:00am Alarm goes off.

8:00:01am Snooze button is hit.

8:09am Alarm goes off again.  I will usually get up at this point, unless I really didn't sleep well or I had a late night.

8:10am Find clothing suitable for going to work in.

8:12am Stumble to bathroom.

8:14am See how horrible I look at 8:14 in the morning.  Remove unwanted hairs.  Brush teeth.

8:17am Shower.

8:27am Dry off & dress.

8:40am Head to work.

9:00am Work.

5:15pm Get in car and drive to Sebastopol

6:00pm - 6:30pm: Arrive in Sebastopol.  Hopefully have either time or for though to have snack and drink for rehearsal.

9:30pm Finish rehearsal.

10:15pm Arrive home.

10:20pm Run turns on Kingdom of Loathing.

11:00pm Get in bed.

1:00am Fall asleep.

6:30am Start again.

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Now, perhaps I could be writing the blog on the Tuesday night previous like a responsible blogger, but let's be honest, nobody's just itching for the next installment of Jenday, and at that point in the day my brain function is minimal as far as useful contributions are concerned.

Anyway...

The other weekend some friends were planning to come up from San Diego and hang out with us NorCal piplz.  These, for those of you that have been following the saga, are some of the same people that I went down to San Diego with Nate a few weeks prior to hang out with. Also, this particular weekend, Nate's parents were out of town, so we were going to have the party over there.

I will skip to the explosion.

We were hanging out, and suddenly there were Nerf guns.  My friend Scott and I did not have Nerf guns, but we knew that it was imperative to the good of all mankind that we get some. 

So we sang a song to Scott's wife demanding that she give us a ride to the nearest Target.  Part of this song was recorded on a friend's phone, which he then posted to his facebook page.  I have since posted it to MY facebook page.  I don't know how to post that video here, but just add me as a friend there and check it out.  Or maybe one of the more tech-savvy people can tell me how to do it.  Whatev.

Scott's wife refused, REFUSED, to take us to Target.  The nerve of the wench.  But shortly after we stopped singing, Scott's wife's brother Paul showed up, and even though he was sober, agreed to give us a ride to Target.

So we rolled into Target and went to the toy isle.  When we got to the Nerf section, there was a hot mom with child in tow.  She started pointing out which guns we should buy.  It was pretty hot.  We decided to go with battery powered, rotary, tommygun-style weapons.  And swords.  We got Nerf swords.  The swords did not last the night.  Paul and Bruce (who also tagged along with us) went halvesies on a friggin monstrous, belt fed machine gun.  The thing is sweet.  We picked up some batteries, purchased our goods, and walked out into the parking lot, where we proceeded to assemble and load and giggle.  We took pictures.  It was very dramatic.

Then we drove back to Nate's house.  Now, we knew everybody would be in the back yard.  So the plan was to walk in the front door, through the living room, out the back door, and open fire.

Which is pretty much what we did.  Then chaos ensued.  Well, OK...we're pretty much a big sack of chaos wherever we go, but now we had more toys.  People started shooting each other pretty much continuously for the next 5 hours.  Many Nerf Duels were fought.  More weapons were acquired.  Wrestling ensued.  Bruises were handed out like party favors.

Later, in a moment of quiet reflection, I thought to myself: "Is this really how a 32 year old man should be acting?"  And the answer, of course, is "No, but it's EXACTLY how a 32 year old boy should be acting."  Being happy with that answer, I ate some chips and had a juice box.

Happy Jenday!