So I've been at this acting game for quite some time. For better or worse, I love it. It is my passion and it is what makes me happy. But of course, when you spend many years pursuing a career that hasn't exactly been lucrative to say the least, you start to reconsider your tactics.
Over the years I've gone on many an audition. Some of them have yielded results but most of them have pretty much been a learning experience. Which is the nature of the beast. I accept that. But after a while, you just get tired of people failing to recognize your genius.
One stretch of auditions just made me feel like I was in a feedback loop. I auditioned for three Shakespeare companies in a row and I swear that each one of the guys I auditioned for were long-haired, middle-aged hippies who knew way too much about Shakespeare. On top of that, they couldn't just let me audition and go on with my life. They had to give a lecture on all of its intricacies. I mean, seriously, I love Shakespeare as much as the next actor but I don't need to hear about Shakespeare used words with vowels to convey emotions. Shut up!
But I digress.
A few months ago, I went to a seminar where the subject was producing your own work. It was hosted by the guy named Munroe Mann. Now he was a really nice guy but he did seem a little douchy. However, I have to admit that I had a great admiration for him. He was a lawyer, actor, author, producer, and one of the hardest working people I had ever encountered. He spoke about how, in this industry, talent is assumed. (Even though I've seen many exceptions) So in order to have true success, you have to be willing to be creative. That if you do what everyone else is doing, you'll get the same results. And one way to find your own work is to make it.
Then it dawned on me: I am a smart, well-rounded, and capable individual. While I do love acting, I am capable of expressing myself in many ways. I have also proven that when I put my mind to it, I can accomplish anything. So why should I wait? Why should I rely solely on other people's perception of my talent? And even if I do get work, why should I be limited to contributing solely as an actor?
The answer, of course, is that there is nothing stopping me from doing anything that I want to do. So to start, I began writing a short film for myself. The first couple of drafts are completed. Once it's finished, I will produce this script. This is going to happen. This is not wishful thinking and this is not hope. This is a plan. And I love this plan. I'm very excited about this plan. And I can't wait to show you, my loyal reader, what I come up with.
And when it rains, it pours. It turns out that several of my colleagues had come to a similar conclusion about their respective career paths. So we have currently joined forces and formed a theatre company. It is called the American Bard Theatre Company and we will have our inaugural production in late October. It is a collection of scenes that I had an integral part in putting together. And, I wrote the prologue for the evening which, if I may brag, is the funniest and most clever piece of writing ever. (If you don't believe me, see it for yourself: www.americanbard.org for reservations)
Sitting back and being passive was never really my thing. Taking some initiative on what I want to do and how I want to be perceived just feels right. I feel re-energized. I feel excited. I'm really looking forward to how all of these projects will turn out. And on top of that, it has also inspired my auditions because I can go into them without feeling like they are my only opportunities to work. My destiny is in my own hands. I guess that's always been the case but you really can't say it enough.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Why do I actually like my job? (Don't tell my boss)
Three weeks in a row. Three entries in a row. You've got to be impressed with that. However, I realize that 3 weeks does not a trusting relationship make. Fair enough. But I will continue to jot down my brilliant musings as we journey forth together.
On with the topic.
Just over a year ago, I was completely unsure about how I wanted to actually make money for the day-to-day operations of me. As you may recall, I was teaching after school and summer drama classes to kids. It was a completely wonderful and rewarding experience except for the part where I could not stand it at all. Other than that, it was great.
But to be honest, the problem wasn't so much with the kids themselves. I mean, they weren't exactly a picnic. Not even close. The fact of the matter was that I just couldn't get motivated to do the work to make the classes interesting for the kids. And since I was bored with the whole process, then it was completely understandable that the kids were bored. I gotta tell you, kids are great bullshit detectors. They just weren't going to let me waltz in and out of there without putting in the effort. Apparently, they didn't seem to care that I was an artist who had better things do to.
So during the summer, an escape route, I mean opportunity popped up that I simply had to take advantage of. A small marketing firm that specializes in promoting Broadway shows decided to create a position that would run their street teams.
I remember the day that I found out about this job. My girlfriend and I were in the post office. A friend of hers, who had worked in the marketing office, asked her if she would be interested in the position. She respectfully declined and hung up. About 30 seconds later she said to me, "Do you think you'd be interested in something like that?"
It's incredibly rare to actually remember a life-changing moment. Sure we remember big moments but we don't always recognize them as life-changing. I could actually feel the shift in my brain when she asked me that question. For one thing, it was a management position. A position of leadership. I had always bitched about wanted to have an opportunity to be in a leadership position but I've never felt that I had the opportunity to do it. In that moment, there it was staring me in the face.
But the catch was that I had to convince myself that I could actually do it. That I was worthy. I had to fight my old paradigm. I remember thinking that it would be a great job but I didn't have experience. That I had never been a manager before. That there would most likely be more qualified candidates applying for the position.
Luckily for me, I got myself a good woman. We talked about my fears and concerns and she was able to present logical points to me as opposed to the insanity that was cluttering my brain. Maybe I didn't have "management" experience, but I was intelligent, hard-working, and the experience that I did have was incredibly valuable. So I went for it.
In case you couldn't tell, I got the job. It's been just over a year now. The job originally started out as a temporary job that was supposed to last about a month. But due to the success of the original street team, it has turned into a lucrative full-time position. (I'm just gonna pat myself on the back if you don't mind. Ah, that's good)
I am now able to be the type of boss that I've always wanted. I've created an environment that is 90% bullshit-free. (I mean let's be real. No job reaches 100%. You've got to have some bullshit just for balance) I get to bring in people who I click with. I get to work in Broadway theatres. I get to see shows for free. I get the freedom to move around without be trapped at a desk. At the same time, I'm not forced to stay outside. But the best part of all is that I have a job where I actually get to think and make decisions.
Now don't get me wrong. It's not all bitches and ho's. There are some really annoying aspects about my job. I won't go into details (at least not in this entry) but I will say that it turns out that my experience working with children has turned out to be a lot more valuable than I had originally anticipated.
But for the most part, I still see my job as a great opportunity. And now I know that there's no question about my leadership abilities. Gee, I wonder what else I can do.
On with the topic.
Just over a year ago, I was completely unsure about how I wanted to actually make money for the day-to-day operations of me. As you may recall, I was teaching after school and summer drama classes to kids. It was a completely wonderful and rewarding experience except for the part where I could not stand it at all. Other than that, it was great.
But to be honest, the problem wasn't so much with the kids themselves. I mean, they weren't exactly a picnic. Not even close. The fact of the matter was that I just couldn't get motivated to do the work to make the classes interesting for the kids. And since I was bored with the whole process, then it was completely understandable that the kids were bored. I gotta tell you, kids are great bullshit detectors. They just weren't going to let me waltz in and out of there without putting in the effort. Apparently, they didn't seem to care that I was an artist who had better things do to.
So during the summer, an escape route, I mean opportunity popped up that I simply had to take advantage of. A small marketing firm that specializes in promoting Broadway shows decided to create a position that would run their street teams.
I remember the day that I found out about this job. My girlfriend and I were in the post office. A friend of hers, who had worked in the marketing office, asked her if she would be interested in the position. She respectfully declined and hung up. About 30 seconds later she said to me, "Do you think you'd be interested in something like that?"
It's incredibly rare to actually remember a life-changing moment. Sure we remember big moments but we don't always recognize them as life-changing. I could actually feel the shift in my brain when she asked me that question. For one thing, it was a management position. A position of leadership. I had always bitched about wanted to have an opportunity to be in a leadership position but I've never felt that I had the opportunity to do it. In that moment, there it was staring me in the face.
But the catch was that I had to convince myself that I could actually do it. That I was worthy. I had to fight my old paradigm. I remember thinking that it would be a great job but I didn't have experience. That I had never been a manager before. That there would most likely be more qualified candidates applying for the position.
Luckily for me, I got myself a good woman. We talked about my fears and concerns and she was able to present logical points to me as opposed to the insanity that was cluttering my brain. Maybe I didn't have "management" experience, but I was intelligent, hard-working, and the experience that I did have was incredibly valuable. So I went for it.
In case you couldn't tell, I got the job. It's been just over a year now. The job originally started out as a temporary job that was supposed to last about a month. But due to the success of the original street team, it has turned into a lucrative full-time position. (I'm just gonna pat myself on the back if you don't mind. Ah, that's good)
I am now able to be the type of boss that I've always wanted. I've created an environment that is 90% bullshit-free. (I mean let's be real. No job reaches 100%. You've got to have some bullshit just for balance) I get to bring in people who I click with. I get to work in Broadway theatres. I get to see shows for free. I get the freedom to move around without be trapped at a desk. At the same time, I'm not forced to stay outside. But the best part of all is that I have a job where I actually get to think and make decisions.
Now don't get me wrong. It's not all bitches and ho's. There are some really annoying aspects about my job. I won't go into details (at least not in this entry) but I will say that it turns out that my experience working with children has turned out to be a lot more valuable than I had originally anticipated.
But for the most part, I still see my job as a great opportunity. And now I know that there's no question about my leadership abilities. Gee, I wonder what else I can do.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Why did I really really need an acting coach?
So here I am again folks. Two weeks in a row. That is astounding. I had forgotten the thrill that naturally follows after some good blogging. It's just like yoga or meditation or exercise. I always feel better after I do it and yet I don't do it nearly enough.
Well my vow to you dear follower (which, according to my Network Blog widget, is just me) is that I will provide you with scintillating and riveting topics each and every week. Starting...now.
For those have you who know me (which is all of you), I'm sure that you've read the title of this week's blog and wondered, "How can this be? In my opinion Damon is THE...GREATEST...ACTOR...I'VE...KNOWN...EVER!"
To that I have to start by saying please calm down. Secondly, of course your right. But even I had to admit my sleeve was missing a trick or two up it. Now it would have been nice to have come to this conclusion on my on volition. But nope. There's a story behind this one. (Really? You didn't see that one coming? Is this your first time reading this blog?)
It starts with a promise that I made to myself. More like a vow rather than a promise. I vowed that I was going to get into the Actor's Equity Association no matter what. For those of you who don't know, the Actor's Equity is the union for actors who perform on the stage. To me, being a member of it was always something that would legitimize my career. It would make me feel like a true professional.
In my quest to join Equity, I discovered that there was a wonderful little loophole that I could exploit. You see, I had already been a member of the American Federation of Radio and Television Artists (AFTRA). It turns out that if you work 3 days of background work on an AFTRA production, you can join Equity. I immediately set my sights on this plan. I submitted my pictures to every single casting agency for background work and in a testament to the power of positive thinking, I booked 3 days of background work within months.
If I had quit when I was ahead, I wouldn't have learned the valuable lessons that I needed to learn. But then again, I would have been spared the overwhelming humiliation that was about to follow. Oh well, I've been humiliated before and will most likely be humiliated again so in the long run it's not that big of a deal.
I received a call from the critically acclaimed and star-studded program called, "Damages." At first, I didn't even want to do it. I was about to go to Mexico, the call time was really early, it was in Brooklyn, and I didn't NEED to do it because I had already scored my Equity card. But I figured that one more day couldn't hurt. And who knows, "Maybe they'll ask me to say a few lines." (That's called foreshadowing)
So I get to the set and the producers decide to have an impromptu audition with some of the background actors to...(that's right)...have a few lines in the show. Not only was I one of the chosen few selected to audition, but I actually ending up booking the gig. (That's actor talk for "They hired me.")
The good news was that they hired me. The bad news was that they hired me. I quickly proceeded to FREAK THE FUCK OUT. I had never worked on ANYTHING like that before. I was going to have lines on TV. There's something incredibly wonderful and terrifying when you get EXACTLY what you ask for. I was super excited and shitting my pants at the same time. (I can admit this because no one is reading it. Ha ha)
So I began working with the Technical Consultant on the set. He was a former cop and all around nice guy. He was showing several of us the proper way to apply handcuffs to someone you're arresting. I listened astutely to everything he was saying. I practiced with the cuffs constantly. The last thing that I wanted to do was fuck this up.
Well my vow to you dear follower (which, according to my Network Blog widget, is just me) is that I will provide you with scintillating and riveting topics each and every week. Starting...now.
For those have you who know me (which is all of you), I'm sure that you've read the title of this week's blog and wondered, "How can this be? In my opinion Damon is THE...GREATEST...ACTOR...I'VE...KNOWN...EVER!"
To that I have to start by saying please calm down. Secondly, of course your right. But even I had to admit my sleeve was missing a trick or two up it. Now it would have been nice to have come to this conclusion on my on volition. But nope. There's a story behind this one. (Really? You didn't see that one coming? Is this your first time reading this blog?)
It starts with a promise that I made to myself. More like a vow rather than a promise. I vowed that I was going to get into the Actor's Equity Association no matter what. For those of you who don't know, the Actor's Equity is the union for actors who perform on the stage. To me, being a member of it was always something that would legitimize my career. It would make me feel like a true professional.
In my quest to join Equity, I discovered that there was a wonderful little loophole that I could exploit. You see, I had already been a member of the American Federation of Radio and Television Artists (AFTRA). It turns out that if you work 3 days of background work on an AFTRA production, you can join Equity. I immediately set my sights on this plan. I submitted my pictures to every single casting agency for background work and in a testament to the power of positive thinking, I booked 3 days of background work within months.
If I had quit when I was ahead, I wouldn't have learned the valuable lessons that I needed to learn. But then again, I would have been spared the overwhelming humiliation that was about to follow. Oh well, I've been humiliated before and will most likely be humiliated again so in the long run it's not that big of a deal.
I received a call from the critically acclaimed and star-studded program called, "Damages." At first, I didn't even want to do it. I was about to go to Mexico, the call time was really early, it was in Brooklyn, and I didn't NEED to do it because I had already scored my Equity card. But I figured that one more day couldn't hurt. And who knows, "Maybe they'll ask me to say a few lines." (That's called foreshadowing)
So I get to the set and the producers decide to have an impromptu audition with some of the background actors to...(that's right)...have a few lines in the show. Not only was I one of the chosen few selected to audition, but I actually ending up booking the gig. (That's actor talk for "They hired me.")
The good news was that they hired me. The bad news was that they hired me. I quickly proceeded to FREAK THE FUCK OUT. I had never worked on ANYTHING like that before. I was going to have lines on TV. There's something incredibly wonderful and terrifying when you get EXACTLY what you ask for. I was super excited and shitting my pants at the same time. (I can admit this because no one is reading it. Ha ha)
So I began working with the Technical Consultant on the set. He was a former cop and all around nice guy. He was showing several of us the proper way to apply handcuffs to someone you're arresting. I listened astutely to everything he was saying. I practiced with the cuffs constantly. The last thing that I wanted to do was fuck this up.
Hours later, I was called on to the set to Block the scene. That's basically where the director tells the actors where to walk, and where they're supposed to stand. My heart is racing. All I can think about is, "Don't fuck up. Don't fuck up." And then I thought, "Don't think that because the universe just hears 'fuck up.' Think something else. Don't think don't fuck up."
I was introduced to the principal actors in the scene. Honestly, they were very nice. One of the was Kate Jennings Grant. She had just worked on a little movie with Ron Howard called "Frost/Nixon." Maybe you've heard of it. And, at the time, she was in rehearsals for the Broadway show, "Guys and Dolls." Another one was Rose Byrne. She had just finished shooting a movie with Nicholas Cage. Can you say intimidating? I sure could.
Anyway, after we blocked the scene it was painfully apparent to the director (who was also the co-producer) that I was beyond nervous. I just couldn't get it together. He instructed the Technical Consultant to work with me before they started shooting. Or in his words, "Rehearse the fuck out of this scene." After about 5 or 10 minutes, the director checked on my process and was not happy. And after feeling so elated for booking my first gig on a national TV show, I was promptly fired. (I wonder if Leo DiCaprio had to go through anything like that)
The director decided to give the lines to the Technical Consultant. Who apologized profusely to me for be given the role and swore that he had nothing to do with it. The associate producer told me that the reason they switched me out was because I was too tall. I think he was trying to be nice but that actually made me feel worse. I mean I could always become a better actor but I can't exactly shrink.
However, they still decided to use me in the shot as background and even gave me an extra $300 for my time. Unfortunately, that really didn't take away from the sting of being very politely fired on the set in front of everyone. And trust me, EVERYONE knew about it. But of course they don't say anything. I'm going to go ahead and admit that it was a wee bit awkward.
After I internally cried, I decided to man up and do my job. I was going to be as professional and as classy as I possibly could. Honestly, it's the only way I know how to behave. What was I going to do? Tell all of the the producers of a TV show to go fuck themselves? Yeah, that's a smart career move.
So after a horrendously long day, I went home, pouted for a few more hours, then went on my vacation to Mexico. Which wasn't the least bit marred by this whole experience. Not at all. Didn't think about it once...Okay, yeah, that sucked.
Upon my return, I decided that I was going to make this experience the best thing that could have happened to me. Well now how could that be? I mean did I mention that I was humiliated? Yes. But I was going to redefine the whole situation.
I came to the conclusion as good an actor as I was, I didn't know everything. I needed to be prepared. I needed to have a bag of tricks ready to go. I needed help. I realized that even the greatest golfer in the world has a swing coach. So why on earth should I be too good for an acting coach?
I enlisted the services of Mr. Rob McCaskill. He truly is an amazing coach. In the past 8 months or so I've simply grown so much as an actor. I don't want to turn this into a commercial because A.) No one is reading this and B.) If you are reading this and aren't an actor, you're bored out of your mind.
I will simply say that the most important lessons that I've learned from him haven't really been about acting. It's really been about trusting the fact that I am a talented actor. That I deserve to work. That I'm entitled to work. It's about believing in myself. Sure, I've learned some acting techniques that have also boosted my confidence, but if you don't put the power of your belief behind all of the work, it's all going to be meaningless.
It's all been a wonderful process and the more I put myself out there, the more I can see just how powerful it really is. I know that more opportunities will present themselves. In fact, they already have. And since I've been taking classes, I've always been prepared. I've always been ready and I've always performed excellently.
Now, there's only that really wonderful feeling when you get EXACTLY what you ask for?
PS
I DVR'd and saved that episode of "Damages." I'm in several shots and, quite frankly, I look damn good. So there.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Why did I desperately need a vacation? (The dramatic conclusion)
Blogging is easy. Blogging consistently, well that takes an effort of Herculean proportions. But at the same time there really is no excuse for this latest lack of postings. First off, there were just so many people hanging on my every word and wondering just what exactly happened on my vacation. Secondly, it was so long ago that, not only do I need another vacation, but I barely remembered what happened this one.
The good news is that I'm here now. And there are several images from my vacation (that happened way the hell back in January) that are burned into my brain. Images that keep me calm and blissful in a stress-inducing society that is constantly trying to provoke me into actions that would undoubtedly lead to jail time. (Mmmm. Playa del Carmen.) I belatedly present them to you now.
So if you recall from my last posting, the beginning of the vacation was a bit of a...how shall I put this?...clusterf*ck. (Kids may be reading this and they don't know what swear words are) Well, my friends, there was a very happy ending to our harrowing tale.
I'll start with the fact that, despite the crappy weather to start, my girlfriend and I made the most of our situation. Since we couldn't enjoy sunshine, we chose to spend our first day at the spa located at our resort. (See, already your starting to eat your hearts out) Just mention the word spa and it just relaxes you. Two words: Heated pool. Two more words: Hot Tub. Two more words: Delight-Full.
The next day, the sun decided to make a cameo. Not a full on starring role mind you. Just a few brief appearances. Actually, it was more like a movie trailer. "Coming Soon to a resort near you. The most beautiful sunshine imaginable. Stay tuned." So with odds like that I decided to abandon my woman and hit the golf course. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that I am a very lucky man. Then again, I didn't lie to her about my golf addiction when I met her. She made her choices. She's agreed to share me with the monkey on my back.
Golf was golf. If you don't know what that means, read my previous post on the subject. Now let's get to the real highlights.
SATURDAY!!! SUNSHINE!!! Hallelujah!
We rented a car and did two things that day. The first was something that we kinda felt obligated to do but didn't really want to do. In retrospect, we shouldn't have bothered. But then again, I'm glad to be able to say we did it. We went to the Mayan ruins at Tulum. And they were...amazing...yeah...I mean...wow...ruins...tiny ruins...but ruins...so old...so much history, ya know...yeah...wow. Enough of that sh*t. On to the Xel-ha!
Xel-ha is, quite possibly, one of the most wonderful places on the planet. I am not joking. I loved that place. It's a little inlet off the Caribbean that's host to various sea life, and water games, and all-you-can-eat buffets, and heavenly bliss. It was here that I ventured into the world of snorkeling for the first time ever. It was the most terrifying and exhilarating experience of my life. I mean, people aren't supposed to be able to breath underwater. But there I was. Breathing underwater. Conquering what had once been a forbidden domain. I'm all like, "Hey fish. I'm a human being, but I'm hanging with you underwater. What do you think of that?" And the fish were like, "What's up man. Thanks for stopping by. Can I get you anything?" Yeah, it was that freakin' cool.
But even more enjoyable than the snorkeling (well almost) was my adventures on the "Cliff of Courage." That's right. Cliff Jumping bitches! Well, if you can call 15 feet a cliff. But believe you me, it's a lot scarier looking down than looking up. In fact, there was this one woman there who really wanted to jump but couldn't. She had been trying for like 2 hours. Not to brag, but I jumped about 3 times. We left her there and she was still considering it. We later ran into that same woman as we were leaving and it turned out that she tried for another hour but was never able to do it. I'm not going to judge. I mean, we've all got fears and we can't always(pussy) address them in the moment. I would actually like to (pussy) commend her for giving it a shot.
SUNDAY!!! MO' SUNSHINE!!!
We were mostly just being super-lazy. Sitting on the beach at the resort, enjoying a cocktail now and then. Later in the afternoon, we decided to go the the beach in Playa Del Carmen. Seriously, the beach there is so incredibly beautiful. Turquoise water and white sand. Turquoise! MY GOD! Honestly, I'm getting a little teary-eyed just thinking about it now. I was just so happy (sniff).
We stayed in Playa Del Carmen all afternoon and into the evening. Then we went to this amazing restaurant on the beach called Fusion. Go there. Now. You need it. Stop reading. Just go. Okay fine, maybe later. Anyway, what was so awesome about this place wasn't just the fact that it was on the beach and waves hitting the beach is the most wonderful sound ever; it wasn't just the fact that you could look up and see every single star that ever existed; it wasn't just the fact that there was live music including a sitar player; it was, in my opinion, the white dog that just roamed around. He was like the host. Going up to everybody, seeing how they were. You didn't even have to tip him with scraps of food. He was just hanging out and groovin' to the sitar.
And that, my friends, are the general highlights of my vacation from 7 months ago. I had a wonderful time and I can't wait to go back. Or at least somewhere else like it. I was watching Real Time with Bill Maher and he made a very interesting point. Americans are very stuck on accumulation of things. Other societies, particularly European ones, are more interested in experiences. Ultimately, it really has to be about the experiences. Stuff breaks. Stuff wears out. You have to get new stuff. And how much of it do you really need. But experiences will stay with you. Experiences will make you a more well rounded person. I know that I, personally, am going to strive to experience more experiences. End of sermon.
One last thing, I would be remiss if I did not mention the Blue Bay Resort's production of "The Lion King." (You heard me) A 45 minute rendition of the hit Broadway musical. It's as lame as it sounds. It consisted of a cast of 4 or 5 people in very cheesy Lion King costumes. The very best part was that one of the actors in this show really...how shall I say...went for it. I mean he LOVED being on stage. He LOVED performing. There was not an instant when there wasn't a HUGE smile on his face. I've got to say, his enthusiasm? INFECTIOUS. If you're lucky, I might post pictures. Maybe.
The good news is that I'm here now. And there are several images from my vacation (that happened way the hell back in January) that are burned into my brain. Images that keep me calm and blissful in a stress-inducing society that is constantly trying to provoke me into actions that would undoubtedly lead to jail time. (Mmmm. Playa del Carmen.) I belatedly present them to you now.
So if you recall from my last posting, the beginning of the vacation was a bit of a...how shall I put this?...clusterf*ck. (Kids may be reading this and they don't know what swear words are) Well, my friends, there was a very happy ending to our harrowing tale.
I'll start with the fact that, despite the crappy weather to start, my girlfriend and I made the most of our situation. Since we couldn't enjoy sunshine, we chose to spend our first day at the spa located at our resort. (See, already your starting to eat your hearts out) Just mention the word spa and it just relaxes you. Two words: Heated pool. Two more words: Hot Tub. Two more words: Delight-Full.
The next day, the sun decided to make a cameo. Not a full on starring role mind you. Just a few brief appearances. Actually, it was more like a movie trailer. "Coming Soon to a resort near you. The most beautiful sunshine imaginable. Stay tuned." So with odds like that I decided to abandon my woman and hit the golf course. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that I am a very lucky man. Then again, I didn't lie to her about my golf addiction when I met her. She made her choices. She's agreed to share me with the monkey on my back.
Golf was golf. If you don't know what that means, read my previous post on the subject. Now let's get to the real highlights.
SATURDAY!!! SUNSHINE!!! Hallelujah!
We rented a car and did two things that day. The first was something that we kinda felt obligated to do but didn't really want to do. In retrospect, we shouldn't have bothered. But then again, I'm glad to be able to say we did it. We went to the Mayan ruins at Tulum. And they were...amazing...yeah...I mean...wow...ruins...tiny ruins...but ruins...so old...so much history, ya know...yeah...wow. Enough of that sh*t. On to the Xel-ha!
Xel-ha is, quite possibly, one of the most wonderful places on the planet. I am not joking. I loved that place. It's a little inlet off the Caribbean that's host to various sea life, and water games, and all-you-can-eat buffets, and heavenly bliss. It was here that I ventured into the world of snorkeling for the first time ever. It was the most terrifying and exhilarating experience of my life. I mean, people aren't supposed to be able to breath underwater. But there I was. Breathing underwater. Conquering what had once been a forbidden domain. I'm all like, "Hey fish. I'm a human being, but I'm hanging with you underwater. What do you think of that?" And the fish were like, "What's up man. Thanks for stopping by. Can I get you anything?" Yeah, it was that freakin' cool.
But even more enjoyable than the snorkeling (well almost) was my adventures on the "Cliff of Courage." That's right. Cliff Jumping bitches! Well, if you can call 15 feet a cliff. But believe you me, it's a lot scarier looking down than looking up. In fact, there was this one woman there who really wanted to jump but couldn't. She had been trying for like 2 hours. Not to brag, but I jumped about 3 times. We left her there and she was still considering it. We later ran into that same woman as we were leaving and it turned out that she tried for another hour but was never able to do it. I'm not going to judge. I mean, we've all got fears and we can't always(pussy) address them in the moment. I would actually like to (pussy) commend her for giving it a shot.
SUNDAY!!! MO' SUNSHINE!!!
We were mostly just being super-lazy. Sitting on the beach at the resort, enjoying a cocktail now and then. Later in the afternoon, we decided to go the the beach in Playa Del Carmen. Seriously, the beach there is so incredibly beautiful. Turquoise water and white sand. Turquoise! MY GOD! Honestly, I'm getting a little teary-eyed just thinking about it now. I was just so happy (sniff).
We stayed in Playa Del Carmen all afternoon and into the evening. Then we went to this amazing restaurant on the beach called Fusion. Go there. Now. You need it. Stop reading. Just go. Okay fine, maybe later. Anyway, what was so awesome about this place wasn't just the fact that it was on the beach and waves hitting the beach is the most wonderful sound ever; it wasn't just the fact that you could look up and see every single star that ever existed; it wasn't just the fact that there was live music including a sitar player; it was, in my opinion, the white dog that just roamed around. He was like the host. Going up to everybody, seeing how they were. You didn't even have to tip him with scraps of food. He was just hanging out and groovin' to the sitar.
And that, my friends, are the general highlights of my vacation from 7 months ago. I had a wonderful time and I can't wait to go back. Or at least somewhere else like it. I was watching Real Time with Bill Maher and he made a very interesting point. Americans are very stuck on accumulation of things. Other societies, particularly European ones, are more interested in experiences. Ultimately, it really has to be about the experiences. Stuff breaks. Stuff wears out. You have to get new stuff. And how much of it do you really need. But experiences will stay with you. Experiences will make you a more well rounded person. I know that I, personally, am going to strive to experience more experiences. End of sermon.
One last thing, I would be remiss if I did not mention the Blue Bay Resort's production of "The Lion King." (You heard me) A 45 minute rendition of the hit Broadway musical. It's as lame as it sounds. It consisted of a cast of 4 or 5 people in very cheesy Lion King costumes. The very best part was that one of the actors in this show really...how shall I say...went for it. I mean he LOVED being on stage. He LOVED performing. There was not an instant when there wasn't a HUGE smile on his face. I've got to say, his enthusiasm? INFECTIOUS. If you're lucky, I might post pictures. Maybe.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Why did I desperately need a vacation?
I will start this entry my expressing my complete and total shock and disbelief that I have not entered any of my wonderful anecdotes since August of 2008. That's just criminal. So many fans that have been crying out for my voice and have heard nothing but silence. Well I have returned. And what better way to return than with a story about my awesome vacation in Mexico.
Now, with my second introduction, I would like to state that this week's entry isn't really going to answer the question, "Why did I desperately need a vacation?" I mean, the answer's pretty flippin' obvious. We all need a vacation. At all times. Constantly. I just got back from a vacation and I need another one. I'm not going to say anything groundbreaking. I will, however, mention that I have not been on a real vacation in about 5 years. That was to San Francisco for my friend's wedding. I just stayed a few extra days and called it a vacation.
So what this entry is really going to be is just the "Greatest Hits."
Before you start eating your heart out, I would like to mention that the vacation didn't quite get off to the best of starts. Oh, the trip to the airport was smooth as silk. And the AirTran from Jamaica station to JFK is state of the art and flawless. Let's talk about the flight itself, shall we?
I'll just cut to the chase, after about an hour and a half of very rough turbulence, the pilot informed us that we would not be landing in Cancun, but in glorious Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina due to engine failure. (Isn't that wonderful?!) There, my girlfriend and I spent a lovely 7 hours in the Raleigh-Durham airport. An excellent facility, but it ain't Cancun.
We finally arrived in Cancun late that night. We stayed in an all-inclusive called the Blue Bay Grand Esmerelda. (I recommend it) We unpacked and headed to the bar for complimentary mojitos. Happy that we had arrived safely and ready for some sun-filled frolicking. Yes, frolicking.
Hold on there a second. It's still a little too early to start eating your heart out. There was another minor little snag. You see, it had been raining in Cancun for the previous 3 days. And the day we arrived was no different. Needless, to say, I was not a happy camper. However, a cloudy and rainy day in Mexico is still better than a bitter cold day in New York City. Right? Right?!
Now here's the silver lining in the (literally) dark clouds: Because the flight was all screwed up, we got the airline to change our return date to one day later free of charge. Hence, if the flight had been smooth, we would have arrived just in time to see a rainy and miserable Cancun and would have had to have paid some ridiculous fee if we wanted to add a day.
Adding a day to the hotel? Well, that was another story. To make a very long and stupid story short, after a series of inane conversations with an indifferent staff, we finally learned that in order to add a day to the resort that we were ALREADY STAYING IN, we had to go ONLINE and reserve the room on the resort's WEBSITE. Alanis Morrisette would call that Ironic. I just call it an unproductive pain in the ass.
This all sounds God-awful doesn't it? Well it wasn't pretty I can tell you that much. However, I've also decided to get the really annoying, horrible, and frustrating moments out of the way now. Sure, the vacation started out bumpy, but it did finish strong. Rest assured my friends, you will have plenty of material for which you can use to eat your respective hearts out.
Which I will tell you about in the next entry.
June 2009, perhaps?
Now, with my second introduction, I would like to state that this week's entry isn't really going to answer the question, "Why did I desperately need a vacation?" I mean, the answer's pretty flippin' obvious. We all need a vacation. At all times. Constantly. I just got back from a vacation and I need another one. I'm not going to say anything groundbreaking. I will, however, mention that I have not been on a real vacation in about 5 years. That was to San Francisco for my friend's wedding. I just stayed a few extra days and called it a vacation.
So what this entry is really going to be is just the "Greatest Hits."
Before you start eating your heart out, I would like to mention that the vacation didn't quite get off to the best of starts. Oh, the trip to the airport was smooth as silk. And the AirTran from Jamaica station to JFK is state of the art and flawless. Let's talk about the flight itself, shall we?
I'll just cut to the chase, after about an hour and a half of very rough turbulence, the pilot informed us that we would not be landing in Cancun, but in glorious Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina due to engine failure. (Isn't that wonderful?!) There, my girlfriend and I spent a lovely 7 hours in the Raleigh-Durham airport. An excellent facility, but it ain't Cancun.
We finally arrived in Cancun late that night. We stayed in an all-inclusive called the Blue Bay Grand Esmerelda. (I recommend it) We unpacked and headed to the bar for complimentary mojitos. Happy that we had arrived safely and ready for some sun-filled frolicking. Yes, frolicking.
Hold on there a second. It's still a little too early to start eating your heart out. There was another minor little snag. You see, it had been raining in Cancun for the previous 3 days. And the day we arrived was no different. Needless, to say, I was not a happy camper. However, a cloudy and rainy day in Mexico is still better than a bitter cold day in New York City. Right? Right?!
Now here's the silver lining in the (literally) dark clouds: Because the flight was all screwed up, we got the airline to change our return date to one day later free of charge. Hence, if the flight had been smooth, we would have arrived just in time to see a rainy and miserable Cancun and would have had to have paid some ridiculous fee if we wanted to add a day.
Adding a day to the hotel? Well, that was another story. To make a very long and stupid story short, after a series of inane conversations with an indifferent staff, we finally learned that in order to add a day to the resort that we were ALREADY STAYING IN, we had to go ONLINE and reserve the room on the resort's WEBSITE. Alanis Morrisette would call that Ironic. I just call it an unproductive pain in the ass.
This all sounds God-awful doesn't it? Well it wasn't pretty I can tell you that much. However, I've also decided to get the really annoying, horrible, and frustrating moments out of the way now. Sure, the vacation started out bumpy, but it did finish strong. Rest assured my friends, you will have plenty of material for which you can use to eat your respective hearts out.
Which I will tell you about in the next entry.
June 2009, perhaps?
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Why aren't Friday nights as important as they used to be?
Hello dear friends. I know many of you have missed me. (And when I say many I mean 5) But unfortunately, due to the great increase in my need to be at multiple locations for many hours and actually doing...what's that word...oh right, work, I have been unable to spin the magnificent yarns that you've come to know and love. But I'm back in the saddle and ready to ride this horse until it collapses. Are you ready?
Good.
So last night was Friday. Friday is that wonderful day when you have to work in the morning, but then you get to party at night. (At least that's how I was raised) And for the past couple of weeks I've been doing an actual nine to five type of gig so this whole concept of Friday as a party night had a slight air of truth to it.
You see for many years I've been working rather unconventional hours. I've waited tables; I currently studio manage on weekends; I've taught computer skills to bus mechanics at 4am on a Sunday. The point is, Friday was just another day in the week to work. In fact, most of my off days have usually occurred in the middle of the week. (If I actually get a day off ) So historically, the idea of Friday holding any form of sweet release from the drudgery of the work week was just a myth. Like leprechauns, elves, and the electric car.
But last night was a little different. While I still had to go to work the next day, I didn't have to wake up as early as I normally did. Also, a friend of mine was having a reading of her play (brilliant by the way) and there was to be drinking and debauchery afterwards. So I howled the words, "Friday night," at the prospect of hanging out. So I and the 30 and over crowd headed to a lovely little watering hole in Hell's Kitchen.
And I had a blast!!!!!.... for all of about one drink, a slice of pizza, and an hour and a half. The people were really cool and I enjoyed catching up, but dammit, I was tired. I had worked all day for God's sake. I needed to get some sleep. So like the grumpy old people that we were, my girlfriend and I excused ourselves from the festivities, hopped in a cab to go home, and passed out without the aid of any recreational drugs.
Now, while I thoroughly enjoyed turning in earlier and getting a good night's sleep, I couldn't help but feel that a little part of me had died inside. I mean I remember the days when I wouldn't START the party until midnight. When me and my wing man would come home when the sun came up. When we would shut down the bar. When we discovered the concept of "Get the fuck out music;" You know what I mean. When the DJ starts playing shitty songs to get everyone to stop dancing and head for the exits. When the club would just turn on all the lights and everyone would scurry to the corners to hide their sweaty and unattractive faces. I remember hitting the Yaffa cafe or some diner and 5 o'clock in the morning in a last ditch effort to get laid. These, my friends, were the good old days.
And now all of that is gone. The idea of chain-smoking 'til dawn and chasing tail are over. And I don't miss it. Not in the least. But here's the trippy part. I miss the fact that I don't miss it. Let me say that again. I miss the fact that I don't miss it. I miss the fact that I don't give a shit anymore. I miss that it doesn't bother me. I miss beating myself up over the fact that I haven't gone out on a "party night" in a long time.
Fridays and Saturdays literally come and go and I have no idea that they happen. I will be sitting at home, get a little hungry, head out to the store for a snack, and then wonder why there were so many people outside dressed in slutty clothes or soaked in cologne. Then I would remember that it was the weekend and that's, "What the kids are doing."
And when I don't even miss the idea that I might be missing something; when I don't even know what's going on; it's gives me that weird feeling that life might be passing me by. That I'm not in touch with anything outside of my apartment, my relationship, and my job.
But here's the part where I make peace with it all. (If you've read my posting about turning 35, you understand already. If you haven't, that's fine too. I'm not judging you, I'm just completely disappointed in who you are as a person.) My priorities have completely shifted since I was 24. (Go figure) I am completely focused on trying to accomplish an entirely different set of goals. I want so much more out of life. I want to be healthy, wealthy, and wise. And I've got absolutely no need for the bullshit. I'm too busy hustlin'.
Now don't get me wrong. I still love those good old days. Although I can honestly say that I miss the people more than I miss the actual experiences. But either way, it's all made me what I am today: A well-rounded, talented, mature, driven, and modest individual.
So tonight (Saturday) I'm thinking of watching a movie on pay-per-view, ordering Chinese (or Sushi. Who knows. Anything could happen), setting the DVR to record the Men's Basketball Gold Medal game, and calling it a night. Maybe that doesn't sound exciting, but it's all I really want to do. I've got another long day tomorrow to make things happen. So while those crazy kids will be waking up in some stranger's bed in the morning, I'll be making money.
Ha!
Good.
So last night was Friday. Friday is that wonderful day when you have to work in the morning, but then you get to party at night. (At least that's how I was raised) And for the past couple of weeks I've been doing an actual nine to five type of gig so this whole concept of Friday as a party night had a slight air of truth to it.
You see for many years I've been working rather unconventional hours. I've waited tables; I currently studio manage on weekends; I've taught computer skills to bus mechanics at 4am on a Sunday. The point is, Friday was just another day in the week to work. In fact, most of my off days have usually occurred in the middle of the week. (If I actually get a day off ) So historically, the idea of Friday holding any form of sweet release from the drudgery of the work week was just a myth. Like leprechauns, elves, and the electric car.
But last night was a little different. While I still had to go to work the next day, I didn't have to wake up as early as I normally did. Also, a friend of mine was having a reading of her play (brilliant by the way) and there was to be drinking and debauchery afterwards. So I howled the words, "Friday night," at the prospect of hanging out. So I and the 30 and over crowd headed to a lovely little watering hole in Hell's Kitchen.
And I had a blast!!!!!.... for all of about one drink, a slice of pizza, and an hour and a half. The people were really cool and I enjoyed catching up, but dammit, I was tired. I had worked all day for God's sake. I needed to get some sleep. So like the grumpy old people that we were, my girlfriend and I excused ourselves from the festivities, hopped in a cab to go home, and passed out without the aid of any recreational drugs.
Now, while I thoroughly enjoyed turning in earlier and getting a good night's sleep, I couldn't help but feel that a little part of me had died inside. I mean I remember the days when I wouldn't START the party until midnight. When me and my wing man would come home when the sun came up. When we would shut down the bar. When we discovered the concept of "Get the fuck out music;" You know what I mean. When the DJ starts playing shitty songs to get everyone to stop dancing and head for the exits. When the club would just turn on all the lights and everyone would scurry to the corners to hide their sweaty and unattractive faces. I remember hitting the Yaffa cafe or some diner and 5 o'clock in the morning in a last ditch effort to get laid. These, my friends, were the good old days.
And now all of that is gone. The idea of chain-smoking 'til dawn and chasing tail are over. And I don't miss it. Not in the least. But here's the trippy part. I miss the fact that I don't miss it. Let me say that again. I miss the fact that I don't miss it. I miss the fact that I don't give a shit anymore. I miss that it doesn't bother me. I miss beating myself up over the fact that I haven't gone out on a "party night" in a long time.
Fridays and Saturdays literally come and go and I have no idea that they happen. I will be sitting at home, get a little hungry, head out to the store for a snack, and then wonder why there were so many people outside dressed in slutty clothes or soaked in cologne. Then I would remember that it was the weekend and that's, "What the kids are doing."
And when I don't even miss the idea that I might be missing something; when I don't even know what's going on; it's gives me that weird feeling that life might be passing me by. That I'm not in touch with anything outside of my apartment, my relationship, and my job.
But here's the part where I make peace with it all. (If you've read my posting about turning 35, you understand already. If you haven't, that's fine too. I'm not judging you, I'm just completely disappointed in who you are as a person.) My priorities have completely shifted since I was 24. (Go figure) I am completely focused on trying to accomplish an entirely different set of goals. I want so much more out of life. I want to be healthy, wealthy, and wise. And I've got absolutely no need for the bullshit. I'm too busy hustlin'.
Now don't get me wrong. I still love those good old days. Although I can honestly say that I miss the people more than I miss the actual experiences. But either way, it's all made me what I am today: A well-rounded, talented, mature, driven, and modest individual.
So tonight (Saturday) I'm thinking of watching a movie on pay-per-view, ordering Chinese (or Sushi. Who knows. Anything could happen), setting the DVR to record the Men's Basketball Gold Medal game, and calling it a night. Maybe that doesn't sound exciting, but it's all I really want to do. I've got another long day tomorrow to make things happen. So while those crazy kids will be waking up in some stranger's bed in the morning, I'll be making money.
Ha!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Why have I been slacking on the blogs?
Before I begin, I have to start this week’s installation with a correction. During the last blog, I stated that Sebastian Bach was the first celebrity that I had met in New York and that simply isn't the truth. In the interest of creating an interesting narrative, I may have gotten a little carried away with the facts i.e. “lied.” Sebastian Bach was definitely not the first celebrity that I’ve met in New York. In fact, he’s not even the first celebrity I’ve met in my life. There have been plenty of others over the years. One day, when you’re old enough, I’ll tell you all about them. For now I just want to clear the air about this story and alleviate myself of the guilt of having lied to you solely for dramatic effect.
So. What the hell has been so important in my life that I couldn’t take a hour or two to sit down and craft a nice little story about what I’m thinking and feeling? I mean is that too much to ask? I don’t write, I don’t call. And I know that you care about me and you don’t want to be a bother. You just want to hear from me once in awhile.
Well here’s the thing about that. For the past few weeks I’ve actually been … busy. Not just that “I FEEL busy kind of crap.” I’ve actually been doing stuff. I’ve been getting my hustle on. I’ve made a very distinct effort to put myself out there and recently I’ve been seeing some of the fruits of my labors. It’s all very “Law of Attraction” if you ask me. Which you did.
It started when I mistakenly thought that our TV was busted. It was turning on and off intermittently. So with my advanced "bachelor of science in engineering" brain, I deciphered that the TV was toast. I re-deciphered about a week later that it was one of the outlets in the surge protector. So what I originally thought was an emergency could have actually been solved by plugging the TV into another outlet. ($90,000 well spent on that college degree) The point is that I thought we needed a new TV. I also didn’t want to simply replace the 13”. I’m a grown man for god’s sake. Shouldn’t I have a grown man’s TV? Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford a grown man’s TV. However, up until that point, I had also made up my mind that I would have a big boy TV in the near future. I just didn’t think the future would be that soon.
Well lo and behold if an opportunity to pay for that precious TV didn’t present itself at around this exact same time. Through a series of connections, I was able to score a huge data-entry gig that provided the extra cash to pay for Mr. 32” LCD TV. THAT’S what I’m talking about. THAT’S how you watch TV. BOO-YAH!
Next item on the calender was the amount of work that I had to do at my actual jobs. There was a bit of pressure from my teaching gig. Since I was leaving early, I had to make sure that the kids were set for their Spring show. There was also a lot of paperwork and crap that needed to be handled before I left. So that was one more thing that consumed time in my life.
Then there’s my second job. Normally, it’s a pretty chill situation. I studio manage at a dance studio on the weekends. Or, as I like to call it, babysitting dancers. Basically I just hang out and provide equipment, supplies, and expertise. Like chairs, ballet barres, and my favorite, how to turn on the stereo. But the past couple of weeks have been super busy. I’ve been working extra hours and on top of that, they had the audacity to actually make me work during those hours. I mean, it just blew me away. And then, if I wasn’t doing work, I was doing data-entry stuff because a big TV isn’t going to pay for itself now is it? (At least not in the short-term) It is also, during these times at my second job, when I would normally craft these wonderful narratives that you’ve come to love. (Admit it. You love them)
Finally, I’ve scored the role of Antonio in the Baltimore Shakespeare Festival’s production of Twelfth Night. So I’m currently in Baltimore working on this show. And since I’m not raking in the big bucks (yet) I’ve had to do additional work with the production staff. And believe you me, you have not lived until you’ve operated a circular saw in 90-degree weather.
Well the show is opening this Friday. Everything is coming together very nicely. So now I’ve got a minute or two to update everyone on my wheelings and dealings. I honestly don’t know how you’ve survived for so long without it. I applaud your bravery in these difficult times. But I’ll make it up to you once things settle down. I promise.
So. What the hell has been so important in my life that I couldn’t take a hour or two to sit down and craft a nice little story about what I’m thinking and feeling? I mean is that too much to ask? I don’t write, I don’t call. And I know that you care about me and you don’t want to be a bother. You just want to hear from me once in awhile.
Well here’s the thing about that. For the past few weeks I’ve actually been … busy. Not just that “I FEEL busy kind of crap.” I’ve actually been doing stuff. I’ve been getting my hustle on. I’ve made a very distinct effort to put myself out there and recently I’ve been seeing some of the fruits of my labors. It’s all very “Law of Attraction” if you ask me. Which you did.
It started when I mistakenly thought that our TV was busted. It was turning on and off intermittently. So with my advanced "bachelor of science in engineering" brain, I deciphered that the TV was toast. I re-deciphered about a week later that it was one of the outlets in the surge protector. So what I originally thought was an emergency could have actually been solved by plugging the TV into another outlet. ($90,000 well spent on that college degree) The point is that I thought we needed a new TV. I also didn’t want to simply replace the 13”. I’m a grown man for god’s sake. Shouldn’t I have a grown man’s TV? Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford a grown man’s TV. However, up until that point, I had also made up my mind that I would have a big boy TV in the near future. I just didn’t think the future would be that soon.
Well lo and behold if an opportunity to pay for that precious TV didn’t present itself at around this exact same time. Through a series of connections, I was able to score a huge data-entry gig that provided the extra cash to pay for Mr. 32” LCD TV. THAT’S what I’m talking about. THAT’S how you watch TV. BOO-YAH!
Next item on the calender was the amount of work that I had to do at my actual jobs. There was a bit of pressure from my teaching gig. Since I was leaving early, I had to make sure that the kids were set for their Spring show. There was also a lot of paperwork and crap that needed to be handled before I left. So that was one more thing that consumed time in my life.
Then there’s my second job. Normally, it’s a pretty chill situation. I studio manage at a dance studio on the weekends. Or, as I like to call it, babysitting dancers. Basically I just hang out and provide equipment, supplies, and expertise. Like chairs, ballet barres, and my favorite, how to turn on the stereo. But the past couple of weeks have been super busy. I’ve been working extra hours and on top of that, they had the audacity to actually make me work during those hours. I mean, it just blew me away. And then, if I wasn’t doing work, I was doing data-entry stuff because a big TV isn’t going to pay for itself now is it? (At least not in the short-term) It is also, during these times at my second job, when I would normally craft these wonderful narratives that you’ve come to love. (Admit it. You love them)
Finally, I’ve scored the role of Antonio in the Baltimore Shakespeare Festival’s production of Twelfth Night. So I’m currently in Baltimore working on this show. And since I’m not raking in the big bucks (yet) I’ve had to do additional work with the production staff. And believe you me, you have not lived until you’ve operated a circular saw in 90-degree weather.
Well the show is opening this Friday. Everything is coming together very nicely. So now I’ve got a minute or two to update everyone on my wheelings and dealings. I honestly don’t know how you’ve survived for so long without it. I applaud your bravery in these difficult times. But I’ll make it up to you once things settle down. I promise.
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