I’m exhausted and it’s only Thursday. Luckily (and unluckily) I’ve got a slow few days ahead as far as comedy goes. I can’t however figure out when I’ll be able to get enough sleep since my early morning are spoken for the next week or so. That’s the problem with being a morning person but working all day and at night. My mornings are my favorite time of the day. It is my time before the world starts hounding me for something.
I love the morning and even the days when I drag myself out of bed to get to a lack luster day job, I savor that hour (some days far less) while puttering around the house, ironing an outfit and sipping some coffee. Saturday morning is my favorite and start just after 6 when I head out to my favorite coffee shop where I enjoying a petite raspberry croissant and Dancing Goats coffee while yucking it up with my friend Bob. This Saturday morning slot is my normal time, my solid regular life time where I can read or write or chat and be oblivious to everything else. I love this time and as hard as I’ve tried I can’t seem to duplicate it elsewhere. Sundays I try to keep as flex days but it always seems to fill up with something and generally if I sleep past 7 I feel like I’ve missed my morning boat. As quiet as I try to keep Sundays, they are rarely quiet. My family likes to gather for brunch every Sunday, friends come over to watch football and inevitably there’s a special event on a Sunday more often than special events should occur.
This Sunday to come is a special occasion Sunday…a BBQ rib throw down. If you’ve read my blogs in the past you might have heard me talk about BBQ. I love it. I seek it out and even spent a week eating BBQ on a road trip fromWyominghome toBoston. My colon has never been the same. I also have some strange competitive compulsions at times and it kicked in once I heard that a guy I know is a big BBQ man, I threw the gauntlet and challenged him to a rib throw down. I’ll even admit my challenge was weird. I know this man casually from the comedy scene and simply could have just had a conversation with him about his rumored love of BBQ, but no, I have to challenge him to a competitive rib cook off. To make matters even worse, what I thought would be a nice afternoon gather of merely a couple friends has turned into a fairly large soiree including competitive pumpkin carving. What is wrong with me? Not only have I got ribs to make, I’ve decided to smoke a brisket which will require a pre-sun up wake up call to start the smoker. I am looking forward to the day though. I like entertaining and having good and creative people in my home. I like to be around people like that and fill my home with that kind of energy.
So as I finish this up, I am still tired and thinking about being asleep. I love sleeping but don’t see much of it in my near future…although I don’t mind that much since I can smell the ribs already.