55 Hours Of Living Fully: Part One

It's been a while since I recounted a string of my personal exploits in their entirety, but as I've said, I only do so when it seems especially remarkable. As my personal life develops, the bar raises ever higher, and simply doing two things in an evening no longer seems to suffice. Now and again, though, something more does happen. Just recently, something has happened. It stretched over some two and a half days, during which time there were few breaks from action and no respite from mental effort. I don't suppose that every hour of that time is worth giving a complete report on, but it's best to know that general thing. It shall take some time to tell, so I sincerely hope that it's interesting enough to hold your attention for the next seven days.

It began with an evening meeting which fell through. I had been invited into a sort of loose collective of actors looking to band together for motivation and productivity and consented. There had been meeting in the past, but I had missed them for some reason. Not having anything going on, and knowing I'd have something to do near there later that evening, I decided I'd go. I considered sending word, but found nothing in the message received to such the necessity of such action. It turned out to have been rather necessary. I arrived a bit late, but figured everyone would, as that's usually the way. I couldn't reach anyone, and couldn't get inside. Minute by minute, my concern grew. Finally, word did come of the meeting's cancellation. I was at this time walking away, but I and the meeting's planned host made the best of things. There was a costume we had discussed for another venture, but weren't sure how it would work, being meant for a much larger man than me. We determined that it would be funny.