the perfect day

Sunday was the perfect day.

I'm not being sarcastic, it actually was perfect.

It started out with me sleeping in until about 11, which is almost unheard of, not only for me, but for my sweet, sweet, door-slamming neighbors and my landlord (who is renovating the downstairs apartment) it's almost unheard of. Granted, I woke up with a hangover from my friend's wedding the night before, but it was tinged with great memories, so it didn't hurt too much.

I was off to my show, (which if you haven't seen it, has four more performances -- two in Fulton Ferry Park in Brooklyn and two in Central Park) which, while it was hot out, was crammed full of some solid acting(and not-so-solid acting, let's be honest), and some good times backstage.

Afterwards, I was surprised to find out that I knew almost half the audience! And I stayed in the park, on a perfect afternoon, playing frisbee with friends. No humidity, the smell of spaghetti and meatballs oddly wafting our way, and a three year old with a smile full of chocolate. I haven't laughed until my tummy hurt for a long time.

I love my friends.