Went out on Sunday with a group of people who comprised a good chunk of the drama department at my high school. We saw a production of Proof that my high school theater teacher was doing which he knocked out of the park. It was really touching to see him performing so remarkably for an audience with many of the people that he personally inspired to start acting in the first place (me included). Afterwards the gathering retired to a nearby bar for drinks and a little catching up. I had the first martini that didn't make me think, "I just don't get why people drink these!" I was also turned on to a great bourbon named Booker's. I had been a Maker's Mark fan for a long time but learned recently that they add coloring to keep the batches consistent. It was a really good night with old friends and great drinks in a calm, warm evening; the kind of night you want to walk to where you've got to get. And it felt like we had it all to ourselves. It wasn't rushed (though it did end early because not everyone can be an unemployed actor) and it was a good small mix of folks (though I didn't get as much time for all the catching up I wanted to do). Leaving the bar I didn't have any of the pent-up drive for excess, the hesitation to call it quits, the manic impulse to drunk dial and harass people I hadn't spoke to in years. I breathed deep, smile on face. Got home to a smiling wife and tore into a bag of microwave popcorn, a soda and a pint of chocolate malted crunch. Good night.