If Tina Fey were my friend my life would be filled with hilarity

This morning, after getting roughly five and a half hours of sleep, I woke up laughing. I was in such a good mood that I couldn't go back to sleep. Why? Because I dreamed that I was friends with Tina Fey.

We were doing a show (not 30 Rock although Alec Baldwin made a very brief cameo) where I was playing Guitar Hero with Jason Sudeikis. (Or some sort of music game. I can't remember my own life with accurate detail let alone a dream.) My character offended his character and to show his displeasure he pouted and paraded his butt in my face to show me what I was missing out on by being so mean. Yeah... I don't know. My dreams are weird.

Anyway, we wrapped for the day and I was walking around NBC studios with Tina who was complaining about having swollen feet. When I asked her why her feet were swollen she told me she was pregnant (Gasp!) but that I couldn't tell anyone until she figured out a way to tell everyone at the same time. (Of course in real life everyone knows she's pregnant so apparently my dream self is just trying to process old information.)

So we went to the writer's room and all of the writers were there chatting and what not. Tina and I sat down and she put her feet up. "Man, I'm so bloated!" she complained and rubbed her belly. One of the female writers sitting close by looked up with raised eyebrows, looked at Tina's swollen hippo feet, did a double take and then broke out in a huge grin. "You're pregnant!" She whispered but the voice that came out of her mouth was Andy Richter's.

Yep, this was a Tina Fey is my friend/Andy Richter is a woman dream.

Tina frantically tried to shush the female Andy Richter but he/she could not be stopped. Female Andy Richter ran to the whiteboard at the front of the room, drew a grotesque picture of Tina's swollen feet and proceeded to sing this song, "This is a picture of Tina's feet, Oh Tina Fey is pregnant! Why? Whhyy? Whhhhyyyy?"

And that's when the dream ended because I woke up laughing. I think today is going to be a good one.

Bang!

Has anybody ever heard of the game called Bang? For those of you who haven't it's a card game that pits outlaws against sheriffs and there's a renegade who is trying to outlive them all. You shoot each other with Bang cards and if you don't have a card that makes the shooter miss you then you lose a life point. You can get your life points back, though, if you can find yourself some beer.

All of that is fun but what really makes the game great is that it requires teamwork. The outlaws have to band together, the sheriff and his deputes have to stop the outlaws and the renegade has to play both sides in order to survive.

My brother bought it on Saturday and we've been playing it exclusively for the last three days. I think we better take a break before the obsession turns to madness.

Sometimes when I'm writing I start to yearn for a teammate, someone who will help me out when I'm stuck, cheer me on when I doubt myself and point me in the right direction when I'm feeling lost. But writing is by nature a lonely pursuit and so I plug along by myself.

I'm just glad that when I finish my writing goals for the day I can crawl out of my basement and go play games with the people I love.