When you do martial arts is that sometimes you get "geared up" after sparring or a really intense class. Add the endorphin rush of live theatre and you have a cocktail for pure...terror? Just the other night Kiseung was gesturing with his ciggie in hand while Jabas and I left the theatre. He straight arm gestured toward my face and I did sort of a limbo pose back to avoid getting my eye burned out. Normally, I'd have fallen on my keister but I was up and cursing at him for trying to make me finish the run with an eye-patch.
Apparently I'm amped up in my sleep too, as I elbowed Dorajar in the head not once but twice last night. The second time woke both of us up after the thud of elbow hitting face was more than we could bear (She started slapping wildly after it happened)
She's going to need to start wearing sparring gear to bed.
Now, if that ain't a hearty endorsement to see my show, I don't know what is!
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For real, there was a moment there where I thought you had broken my nose. Then you were all kissy-kissy sorry-sorry "are you okay?" and I was all, "FRASS, LET ME BREATHE, I THINK YOU BROKE MY NOSE!" then it was fine and I snuggled back into my little nook btwn your shoulder blades. Seriously, I'm going to start wearing a helmet to bed.
wszwpibo: "what's up with ibo?"
hah ha...helmet in bed....;)
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