Back in the saddle
I’ve been MIA and have no other excuse than being uninspired. However, due to the urgings of a certain friend (thanks No-Ra!), I’m back with a blogging vengeance—for today anyway.
So, yes, I have a few updates. Not only have I embraced my new city, I’ve opted for acting as a means to support my writing career. And yes, I know that one phrase screams hot mess. But reinventing oneself takes time and a certain amount of insanity. It just so happens, I have both.
With that said, I’ve heard the only way to succeed in Hollywood, just short of being “discovered” or doing time on the casting couch, is to market oneself shamelessly. And so it has begun. I now have business cards with my headshot on the back. Yeah, I know, I laughed too. But apparently, it’s all the rage here. I added a little twist though—at the bottom of my card is the phrase “WILL WORK FOR FOOD.” And there’s absolute truth to that—I attach them to my bartending resume. (Given that I’ve opted to pursue acting, it’s only fitting that I find a job slinging booze. So, for all of you who read this, please think happy bartending thoughts for me because I’m currently in search of a job.)
Chicago A-Go-Go
Brown Kevin, Diego, Moi, Bobert
Diego and I went to Chicago for the St. Patrick’s Day celebration. As is tradition, we were eating a grease bomb breakfast (biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon) at 7 a.m. and our first beer in hand by 8:15 a.m. There are those who mock my friends and I for this tradition; or merely have that look of disdain mixed with fear mixed with perplexity coupled with one simple word: “Why?”
And I say? “Why not.”
You’re probably wondering why I’m so sparkly—if not, I’m going to tell you anyway. I’m sporting my party attire, i.e., a green sequins cape, which is the focal point; spring-loaded head gear and other equally ridiculous accoutrement. I love dressing like a jackass.
So, that is the abridged version of what has been happening the past few months. I’ll be back with more frequency, this is a promise I make to my few loyal readers. Who loves ya crazy kids? Yeah, the LOP does.
