I've been promising a Blog of Epic Proportions well... HERE IT IS!!!..... just kidding. It's still coming. but let me first tell you about what has been delaying me.
I get a call the other day from Boston Casting asking me to come in for an Audition. It's a low level audition, I know that, but it's something. I need to get practice in at auditions. I've been out of it for so long.
Anywhoo... so I get to the audition and it turns out I have to sing. Well, I'm no singer. But I give it my best and the lady (Julie) likes me but wanted me to be more animated. I AM THE MOST ANIMATED PERSON YOU COULD HAVE ON CAMERA OR STAGE! I SHOULD BE A FRIGGIN CARTOON! However, she wanted more... more.... more hand gestures. I am not Italian. My arms dont move very much. It's not that I'm "unconfident" Oh on the contrary! I am very confident that flailing my arms around like a turkey is going to make me look fantastic! (that last part was sarcasm)
Whatever. I had a good time and talked to the pretty girl ahead of me. She wasn't a singer either. But... we need to get paid and this was an option. Oh well.
So I am in Allston and I get a message from my buddy back home asking if I wanted tickets to the Sox game. I said "Sure. How much?" He says, "I'm looking at $50 for good seats, but I might be able to get $25." I said, "sure. why the hell not. I'm already in the city."
A while goes by and I'm supposed to be picking up my other friend from work and I send a message to my other friend to see what the deal is on the game. He said "it's you, me, jarrod, & gaff for $12 a person."
Fuck yeah!
I get my buddy Jarrod, drive over to his place in the hood. (YES. He lives in the Hood. That's not a joke.)
We leave my car there and (I pray it doesn't get stolen or broken into) we walk to the T-Station at Jackson Sq. and meet the boys over at Game On.
The other two managed to get bar seats. there's noting for Jarrod and I. I find us a waitress and get us a table downstairs.
Our waitress downstairs happens to be the very same waitress we had the last time we were there. (4 days prior)
She's a cute little girl. Small. Cute bum. Nice smile. And best of all, she remembered us.
haha.
So we get some food. some drinks. and we get out of there and go to the Sox game.
it was the WORST game ever to attend.
But for $12 how could anyone go wrong.
And to top it off... our seats.... were 7 rows from the field!!!! I could smell fertilizer on the field. (which isn't cow manure. It's Scott's premium fertilizer. I know this because I used to work at a hardware store and Scott's was all we sold and Fenway has a contract with Scott's or something like that.)
Anyway... So we're right underneath Pesky's Pole and this kid starts climbing up it to write on it and Jarrod egged him on to do it and then everyone else around told him to. So he writes his name or something security comes swarming out of nowhere / everywhere all at once and pulls him away and he gets kicked out.
Honestly... that was about the best thing that happened to that game.
We lost 14-4 to Tampa Bay.
Which is awful because we beat them 12-2 the night before and I'm pretty sure we beat them tonight something like 12-5. We got the shitty game of the 3, but we had a good time together.
Today... I brought my car into the shop. I'll find out soon just how much it's going to soak me.
Way too much probably.
Tomorrow I'm going to the gym finally. Getting some applications filled out and sent in. Requesting some recommendations. and... hopefully play some Ultimate.
Also, tomorrow is Comic Book day, I pick up a new video game, and I get to go out for drinks with my gay friend and talk trash about theater directors.
Tomorrow is a long day. And I'm so looking forward to ramming it head on!
I'm sleepy. Night night
I get a call the other day from Boston Casting asking me to come in for an Audition. It's a low level audition, I know that, but it's something. I need to get practice in at auditions. I've been out of it for so long.
Anywhoo... so I get to the audition and it turns out I have to sing. Well, I'm no singer. But I give it my best and the lady (Julie) likes me but wanted me to be more animated. I AM THE MOST ANIMATED PERSON YOU COULD HAVE ON CAMERA OR STAGE! I SHOULD BE A FRIGGIN CARTOON! However, she wanted more... more.... more hand gestures. I am not Italian. My arms dont move very much. It's not that I'm "unconfident" Oh on the contrary! I am very confident that flailing my arms around like a turkey is going to make me look fantastic! (that last part was sarcasm)
Whatever. I had a good time and talked to the pretty girl ahead of me. She wasn't a singer either. But... we need to get paid and this was an option. Oh well.
So I am in Allston and I get a message from my buddy back home asking if I wanted tickets to the Sox game. I said "Sure. How much?" He says, "I'm looking at $50 for good seats, but I might be able to get $25." I said, "sure. why the hell not. I'm already in the city."
A while goes by and I'm supposed to be picking up my other friend from work and I send a message to my other friend to see what the deal is on the game. He said "it's you, me, jarrod, & gaff for $12 a person."
Fuck yeah!
I get my buddy Jarrod, drive over to his place in the hood. (YES. He lives in the Hood. That's not a joke.)
We leave my car there and (I pray it doesn't get stolen or broken into) we walk to the T-Station at Jackson Sq. and meet the boys over at Game On.
The other two managed to get bar seats. there's noting for Jarrod and I. I find us a waitress and get us a table downstairs.
Our waitress downstairs happens to be the very same waitress we had the last time we were there. (4 days prior)
She's a cute little girl. Small. Cute bum. Nice smile. And best of all, she remembered us.
haha.
So we get some food. some drinks. and we get out of there and go to the Sox game.
it was the WORST game ever to attend.
But for $12 how could anyone go wrong.
And to top it off... our seats.... were 7 rows from the field!!!! I could smell fertilizer on the field. (which isn't cow manure. It's Scott's premium fertilizer. I know this because I used to work at a hardware store and Scott's was all we sold and Fenway has a contract with Scott's or something like that.)
Anyway... So we're right underneath Pesky's Pole and this kid starts climbing up it to write on it and Jarrod egged him on to do it and then everyone else around told him to. So he writes his name or something security comes swarming out of nowhere / everywhere all at once and pulls him away and he gets kicked out.
Honestly... that was about the best thing that happened to that game.
We lost 14-4 to Tampa Bay.
Which is awful because we beat them 12-2 the night before and I'm pretty sure we beat them tonight something like 12-5. We got the shitty game of the 3, but we had a good time together.
Today... I brought my car into the shop. I'll find out soon just how much it's going to soak me.
Way too much probably.
Tomorrow I'm going to the gym finally. Getting some applications filled out and sent in. Requesting some recommendations. and... hopefully play some Ultimate.
Also, tomorrow is Comic Book day, I pick up a new video game, and I get to go out for drinks with my gay friend and talk trash about theater directors.
Tomorrow is a long day. And I'm so looking forward to ramming it head on!
I'm sleepy. Night night
I've been tripping on children's benadryl the last 3 nights. ho-boy! that stuff packs a whollop to this tiny frame.
dreaming all sorts of weird shit.
anywhoo....
Blog soon. hopefully. I've got SOOOOOO much to add!!!
look for "new" bands on my blog sooner than the EPIC blog.