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This post is about nothing. Seriously, nothing.

In the world of summer theatre, days off are a precious, precious thing.  Because we’re putting up an entirely new show every two weeks, we can’t really afford to have an empty shop and no one on stage for two days every weekend.  So we’re in the shop at 9 am, everyday.  (Including the 4th, thank you very much.)  It’s just the nature of the gig, and we accept it just as easily as we accept our beat-up shins (mine) and our pants on fire (Kyle’s).

BUT, it also means that when we do get a day off, we’ve gotta grab it by the balls and make the most of it.  Most cast and crew take their precious time off to do laundry, clean their apartment, and refill the alcohol in their bloodstreams.

Kyle and I also do those things, but I also like to try and do something interesting.  Go to the zoo, go shopping, get my nails done, take a walk by the river; something that gets us out into the world and adds new experiences to our lives.  I think it’s because I spend the majority of my time in a single, enclosed building, (usually in the dark,) so when I have time to myself I like to get out and enjoy sunshine, or at the very least, society.  Plus, I like having something interesting to say when everyone asks the inevitable “So, what’d you do on your day off?”

Today, Kyle and I were doubly blessed.  Not only do we get the afternoon off, but we BOTH got it off at the same time.  This is a rarity; because Kyle works in a shop and I spend most of my time on the stage, our schedules are driven by two totally different forces, and they don’t often line up.  So we totally should have seized this time with both fists, and done some thing fun and quasi-romantic; gone for a bike ride, enjoyed lunch in the park, caught a movie.

Instead we did nothing.


We both came home and took a nap.  And not a cuddly, sweet, curl-up-in-each-other’s-arms-type nap.  No, I fell asleep on the couch, while Kyle (god bless him) passed out on the floor, and we slept for two hours.  (Lame, right?  It gets better.)  Then we got up, checked our internet lives, and left to get Chinese take-out and QuikTrip slushies.  We ate our dinner in front of South Park, and have spent the last hour-and-a-half sitting in silence behind our various laptops.


We should have gone out and done something epic, something involving walking hand-in- hand and experiencing sunlight.  Or at least cleaning our kitchen and putting away clean laundry; that would have been epic enough in-and-of itself.  But no, we have done nothing involving productivity of any kind.  (Unless you count facebook stalking and shooting robots productive, because we have been all over that shit.)

We probably should feel bad about our sloth, but we don’t.  It’s just so damn hard to feel excited about the world when exhaustion starts to make the carpet look cozy.

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  • doahleigh July 6, 2009, 8:53 am

    Really though, sometimes you just need a Nothing day. I always feel like I have to make the most of days off, but sometimes doing nothing is making the most.

  • adriana July 6, 2009, 9:32 am

    As someone who did absolutely nothing yesterday, I feel there is nothing wrong with this. I’m all for making the most of a day, but sometimes, doing your own thing in the company of your significant other is just as nice.

  • Princess of the Universe July 6, 2009, 11:30 am

    Honey it sounds like you needed that to re-charge. Why go out and make yourself more tired?
    That sounds like a lovely relaxing day to me…

  • The Bee July 9, 2009, 5:46 pm

    ugh! I hate it when people at work already start asking on Friday what my plans are for the weekend… I don’t make plans people! I fly by the seat of my pants – you never know what my weekend might bring!! And yet on Monday, when they inevitably ask what I did, all I can say is “nothing” But I LIKE doing nothing … it’s so cheap! So don’t feel bad – just feel thrifty 🙂

  • tiff July 10, 2009, 8:00 pm

    Don’t feel too bad – Honey & I have many stories that read the exact same way.

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