It also felt like my smoothest performance to date. I get today off, but we've got 3 more days then our show is over, earning about a hundred bucks, if we're lucky. I have no idea how much we'll get paid for this gig, but I'm sure we're due.

After our show, the other actors, the director and I hung out in the Beer Garden just drinking, mellowing out and hob-nobbing. So many other actors would approach us and hand out a flyer for their show or talk about either being in a show or not being in one. I bumped into an old familiar face I hadn't seen since '92. A very tall hippy at heart who stopped to give me an intimate hug (why can't I be surrounded by lesbians?). We chatted, well mostly he did, and he followed me back to the beer garden, since I was coming back from a port-o-potty. He has a knack for talking about things nobody can relate to, so he rambled and tried to weasel my phone number out of me. I was smooth enough not to out myself right there or offend him, but he was gone in a while.

After 2 drinks, one of the actors hands me a joint; he needed his head clear for some post-production work on a film he was editing, so it was me and another actor who got to smoke it all. All I can say is I looked so baggy-eyed this morning from the toxins consumed last night. Makes me not want to touch the stuff again, but I will eventually.