This past weekend…
… was tiring.
Friday night tried to asleep around 10pm. Didn't work when my client rang at 1am saying “I'm going to the pub for last call if you want to talk business.” Shut the place down, got back to the apt at 3:30am. Got my ass woke up at 6am to do a fly-by pick-up. Dozed until Phil & I were supposed to be at the space at 10:30.
All day at the space, lots of suspensions. I'm more confident in rigging, and not confident on ladders. I'm kind of proud for being up front & vocal about it. Packed up for the night & Phil and I went to look for dinner at 9pm. Home by 9:30. Passed out probably around 10pm.
Sunday morning rolled our collective carcasses out of bed around 11am. (I'd been up a few times earlier to eat leftover dinner for breakfast, pick up juice & water, walk puppies, etc.) Dropped Phil off. Headed to the Unicycle event. Attempted speed-trials. Played two 5 minute rounds of unicycle hockey. Very out of shape. (Playing hockey on a low-pressure trials unicycle definitely doesn't help! Packed up the unicycle event, headed to suspensions.
Suspensions late into the evening. Matty's not allowed to be mad at me for hurting him since I'm dating his cousin, so for a few minutes I got over my fear of jamming sharp pointy things into breathing flesh to give staff who just suspended a break.
Ditched everyone just after midnight, passed out shortly after arriving home.
Now I want lunch.
