The Bloody Doors Off

I’m watching the Super Bowl. Yes. Me.

Wasn’t planning on it. Not a fanatic of the sport. Give me a ticket to watch a game live and I’m there. But I realized as I walked in the door after rehearsal that it was airing, and I put it on. Just realizing now why that is.

Every year, either Kevin or Wayne invite people over to watch the game. And while I’m not invested in it, I enjoy the company. And with everything that’s happening right now, that’s what I’m seriously missing. They’re both in Florida until next Saturday, visiting my mom and step-father. I couldn’t afford to go, obviously. No job, going through bankruptcy. I accepted it early on. And yes, it also (sadly) means they won’t be back in Toronto to see the staged reading. I’ve also made peace with that.

But I’m missing their company tonight. The jokes we’d share. Wayne screaming at the television, as if the referees would hear his complaints. And I kick myself (almost daily) because my roommate is a great guy, but I haven’t been able to open up to him. I feel like such an asshole. I need to work on this.