Pulling an Alyssa

There's an expression in my home. "Pulling an Alyssa."

Every Sunday, Alyssa, Suzanne and the boyfriend of the roommate come over to watch HBO Sunday night. Everyone brings wine, and the roommate and I take turns cooking. After eating and drinking, Alyssa falls asleep in the chair. Or on the couch. We point and laugh.

Last night, I pulled an Alyssa. After doing the countdown to Six Feet Under and telling everyone how excited I was about the season premiere, I pulled an Alyssa 20 minutes into the show and didn't wake up until it was over and everyone was leaving. In my defense, I was really, really tired and drank entirely too much red wine. Thank God for In Demand.