...and for good reason, too. About four hours ago, I was treated to a half-hour of comedy by my good friend and aspiring comedian/newscast/airline CEO Matthew Norman. The place was packed (we were in the tiny confines of the Lair rather than the spaciousness of the Pause), laughter abounded practically every two seconds, and Matt kept going back and forth between different varieties of humor. Of course, he saved the best for last. He danced to some funky instrumental pop song, dancing as a flight attendant opening and closing overhead compartments, pushing the beverages cart, and collecting trash, among other things that flight attendants do.
I think I want to take that course of "Life" that he outlined in his sketch too. Something about throwing my backpack with all my textbooks in it piqued my interest. Never mind that I'd have to take it from 6-7 AM every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the rest of my life.
Matt, Pat and I watched the video a couple hours later. I could've sworn, just looking at the video, that I had a ponytail, which I actually didn't (it was on VHS instead of DVD). And the lighting and color on the video was rather poor as well. Pat didn't get to see the event live. He apparently had a meeting and some homework to do, so the video session was the one time he got to watch the whole sketch.
Anyways, I've got softball tomorrow morning at 6:30 A.M. Which means I'll be getting 5 hours of sleep. It doesn't matter anyway, as I would otherwise have to get up at 7, to which I would still get less than 6 hours of solid repose tonight. Mostly because I have to jump in the shower after enduring a 75 degree, sunny day in long pants.