The Important Stuff

One of my best friends just texted me: How’s that invite list coming? She means for the shower she is throwing for me.  Which is amazing and I am so blessed and I feel actually a little awkward about it, because I’m actually really crap about being the center of attention (people find that hard to believe since I’ve been an actor for so long – but that’s a role – stuff like this is me). My response: Ha! Between a huge press conference with the Governor and my show opening on Friday? It’s not. Don’t worry – we haven’t even fucking registered – or gotten boxes out of the nursery, or bought properly fitting underwear to accommodate my rapidly growing ass. I haven’t eaten a meal that hasn’t come out of a wrapper in four days… And I realize – my life is insane. I’ve written about fearing this time several posts ago. I knew that my life was gonna suck for the month of February and the beginning of March. I knew it. But I keep my word and I honor my obligations and so I taught my MBA course, I directed a professional theatrical production, and at work I organized and staged a press conference that will take place in about two hours. Saturday will mark the beginning of the end of the my 100 hour work weeks. The last 8 weeks would have been damn near impossible under normal circumstances, but have been truly overwhelming for me.  That said, looking back – I wouldn’t say I dropped a single ball, made any epic mistakes, or used Critter as an excuse for anything. I got shit done. Except for the guest list to my shower. Nobody’s...