Thursday night was the opening of the play “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,” the masterpiece by Tennessee Williams, in which my man M.C. Nugget* stars as the male lead, “Brick.” The play opened in Santa Barbara, which is about an hour and a half north of Los Angeles.
On Thursday afternoon at about 2:30 PM I headed up the coast. I won’t give every detail of that debacle of a road trip, but suffice it to say that the super intelligent MapQuest app for my iPhone, when coupled with the blonde hair on my head, erroneously led me through FARM country, with one-lane roads frequented by gigantic tractors. It extended my drive by about, oh an hour. Once I made it to Santa Barbara, I immediately met up with Nuggie and sat down for a cocktail before I did a single.other.thing.
Nuggie gave me advance warning about the length of the play, and was interested to see how the audience would fare for three hours (with one intermission). The verdict? It was stupendous. We (the audience) were enthralled. We laughed, we were tense, we got emotional. Watching and taking-in their production felt like living a great piece of literature.
Afterward, some of the cast, crew and I went out to a nearby restaurant. We must have been giving off that “I love abuse. Would you please treat me badly?” vibe, because we experienced some incredibly inexplicable, bad service. It didn’t matter that we were giving them more money than they (or their food/beverages) were worth. After about forty minutes of abuse (at midnight), the place closed and we headed to a little dive bar called the Wild Cat. From the outside it looked like the kind of place where patrons regularly exit through the plate-glass window. But inside was a mixed-bag of “wild.” There were go-go dancers in the back, beer stained Mardi Gras beads hanging from Jack Daniel’s mirrors from the 70’s, and a clientele that appeared to be gay, but even that became mixed within minutes of our arrival. Apparently many places in Santa Barbara close at midnight during the week.
Speaking of adult beverages (we weren’t, but we were going to), I believe all humans have a “Stop Drinking Alert System” (SDAS). My SDAS is constantly overridden by other, more powerful forces. Said forces include a) having too little to eat, being b) hormonal, c) tired, d) dehydrated, e) over-worked, f) under-worked, g) broke, h) landing a new client, i) receiving a big windfall of cash, or j) having a friend who wants to celebrate and/or drown in their sorrows. I’m exaggerating, of course, but when you’ve lived any kind of a life, you tend to rack up situations ripe for “SDAS override.”
On Thursday it was my inner giggle that trumped the SDAS. This wasn’t all my fault. Perhaps it was the difficult drive from earlier, or the lack of sleep which has become all too common lately. But on top of that, one of the cast members — she played “May” – kept cracking funny jokes and BUSTING ME UP! We became BFFs faster than the bar could close at 1:30 AM and shove our giggly butts through the plate glass window (no, they did not even try, and I was a little miffed).
The problem with those evenings when the laughter is “just right” (not too giddy, not too silly) and the drinks seem to be bottomless, is that no one ever wants the evening to end. Ms. May happily announced there was more wine back at the hotel. So, naturally we all gathered in one of the rooms and drank that wine (and laughed more) for three more hours.
Three more hours.
M.C. Nugget’s suggestions to put the evening (and me) to bed fell on deaf ears… or laughing lips.
Ms. May and I were like two sorority girls giggling about the frat boys across the room. It was utterly ridiculous and more pointless fun than I’ve had in a very long time.
But I’m tired now.
I had no idea my inner giggle could so easily override my Stop Drinking Alert System and keep me awake into the wee hours of the morning. This, after I’d slept a whole four hours the previous night. I’d like to know if there is such thing as an Inner Giggle Override, and if so, where can I pick one up? Amazon?
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ROFLMAO, LMAO, LOL, HAHAHA. So it even happens to MsCheevious eh? So they call it SDAS huh? Not sure how to stop a good laugh. Although an incredible HANG OVER usually does the trick for me, until the next great laugh 😉
HA! If you’ve read my posts frequently, my dear Judy, you would know that I do not get hangovers, so sadly the SDAS is constantly overridden. LOL Thanks for the comment!
This was hilarious!
thanks Minerva!
LMAO! Even if you stumble upon an Inner Giggle Override, I say pass it up! Uncontrollable good times are too few and far between. Besides we can sleep when we’re dead! I say Giggle away and allow it to press snooze on your SDAS. Life’s too damn short 🙂
LMAO! Even if you stumble upon an Inner Giggle Override, I say pass it up! Uncontrollable good times are too few and far between. Besides we can sleep when we’re dead! I say Giggle away and allow it to press snooze on your SDAS. Life’s too damn short 🙂
you know, you have a point there. i’ll try to remember it when I’m drunk. LOL
SDAS!! Love it. My SDAS has had one too many malfunctions over the years…
ain’t that the truth. hi Neely! thanks for commenting!
Really, i like this post!
Again, I am happy to be one among others to comment on Mscheevious!
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Hi Lisa — Are you able to see my comments from Facebook?
No I am not. I am in Safari. 🙂
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You are hilarious! But you know what? I’ll bet you felt like a million bucks the next day!! Screw the SDAS!!! Have fun!!! What do the kids say these days? YOLO (You Only Live Once!)
darling, you are quite correct! as you may recall from my post “Are You Ms. Cheevious” one of the things about me is I really don’t get hangovers. So there it is… this is what makes it TRULY dangerous! 🙂 And I love that YOLO!