::yawn::

That sums up my day. weekend. month.  Although I slept quite a bit this weekend, getting up this morning was WAAAAY harder than I thought it would be.  Bryan and I sat and thought about it, and realized that we hadn’t had a NIGHT out of town in almost a year.  Which is pathetic.

(And no, Krewe Ball doesn’t count.)

Bryan was very good to me all weekend.  Friday night was Cinqo De Mayo, so he (all on his own!) had chilled margaritas waiting for us when we got home after the show.  And as much as I protested everyone coming, it was very nice to see him in the audience.  He’s a good hubby.

And yes, we did a weekend of THAT SHOW.  Which means one weekend is done.  Over.  And only three more shows remain.  About four and a half more hours of that show.  Then.. no more.

I kinda had the first slap-in-the-face of marriage this weekend.  A director dropped off a script for me while I was at the show.  He actually dropped it off with Bryan since I was changing.  On the way home, Bryan asked what it was about.  “He wants me to come audition,” I said.  “There’s a part he has me in mind for.  He’s been talking to me about for almost a year now.”

“NO.”  Bryan said.  It was firm, but almost a whine.  “You said we would BOTH take a break.”

And I realized.. holy shit, I have to coordinate my life with someone else’s now.  I mean, he’s right.. I totally said that.  I said that we would wrap up our summer shows and not do anything till 2007.  But I didn’t think he’d remember that I’d said that.  Or that it would apply to ME.

He’s completely right, though.  It’s time to take a break.  We need a vacation.