Frustration, Elation, and Clumsiness

So, we closed cabaret last night. Went very well, did strike, which went well. Yay.

So this morning, instead of being 10 minutes early, as I WAS going to be, I was an hour late due to my car not starting and having to wait for a coworker to come pick me up. *GRUMBLE*

I had good time this weekend.....most of it spent drunk, high, or euphoric on the coffee I shared with E3. Saturday was strange though. Here is my normal checklist format of things that happened.

*Most of the show is spent running off headset, because issue after issue pops up. The other part of the show is spent running off headset because the stage manager and the stupid ho spotlight op get into a tiff (guess whose side I was on.)

*During the last scene, in a very taut and quiet moment, I drop part of a chair on an actors head, and she shouts "OW!" (She happens to be old, just in case yall thought I was good in any way)

*I go to a cast party at...uh...Consuela's house, where Karaoke is promised. (Whatever, liquor will be there, right?) I promptly step on one of the mics, breaking the top part off.

*A drink later, I walk outside to smoke a cigarette, trip, and drop a really nice margarita glass I was drinking a really nice margarita out of. It shatters, of course. I call Action over (the party's host), and say, "Dude, Im SO SORRY. Ill clean this up. Im SO SORRY." He says not to worry, just dont tell Consuela. (I feel full-on horrible now.)

*As I am putting away the broom , which I had just used to sweep up the broken glass of (no doubt) one of Consuela's favorite glasses, the handle breaks off in my hand.

After a few more drinks, I left. I just was not doing alright. What sucks is that I was absolutely euphoric and in tune with myself when I got to the show that night.

Man. I could use some.....I dont even know anymore. What the fuck is my problem?