Last weekend, I spent the bulk of Saturday at my friend Sean and Caryn’s gallery, where I volunteered at a show called “Cruel and Unusual“, benefitting the West Memphis Three . There were tons of volunteers, and we formed different “teams”. The teams started out with official-sounding names like Team Parking Lot and Team Set Up The Tables.
It only took a few hours for new, more humorous teams to form, like Team I’m Going To Take A Leak, and Team Move The Trash Can From Here To Over There. I was a member of the ad-hoc Team Caution Tape, who were responsible for, you guessed it, hanging up yellow caution tape to keep the guests away from a dangerous-but-inviting construction site.
For a brief time I was on Team Keep The Papparazzi Out Of The Gallery, but we decided pretty quickly that it was far too ironic, and I ended up on Team Drink, where I discovered the boundless love that is Vitamin Water. Holy mother of crap about the Vitamin Water, man. This stuff is awesome. I drank so much of it, I got the radioactive pee.
There were several Big Time Celebrities scheduled to speak, including Jello Biafra and Winona Ryder, but I had to leave before they took the stage, because Anne and I were meeting John Kovalic and his wife Judith at this tikki-esque restaurant in Glendale called Damons.
John Kovalic was in town with his wonderful wife Judith, and their friends Letitia her husband Markus. We met up with them for dinner at this Tikki-esque restaurant in Glendale called Damons, where we had Mai Tais and steaks. Anne and I had a great time with them, and they’ve all been given a permanent spot on our extremely short list of Good People.
This weekend, Anne was out of town with her best friend, so it was just me and the dogs. I called some of my friends and tried to organize a poker night.
“Hey, It’s Wil. Anne’s out of town, and I’m just hanging here with a couple of bitches. You wanna come play cards?”
Sadly, everyone already had other plans. So I spent the entire weekend reading comic books and watching DVDs.
Update: I can’t believe I didn’t mention anything about the Improv show! I promise you that it’s not related in any way to my threat to kill my mind with beer.
I had a very good time, the audience seemed to really enjoy it, and the other improvisers were all very kind and talented. It wasn’t the best show I’ve ever been in, but it wasn’t the worst, by far. I could have done some things differently, like leaving a scene where I clearly wasn’t needed, and maybe not “driving” another scene too hard, but that’s just Monday morning New Choicing.
Afterward, I went next door to the new Amalfi restaurant, and hung out with some of my pals from ACME. I made it home around 2 a.m., but the adrenaline from the show (And the Bawls I drank before the show) kept me awake until almost 5. Three hours is all it took for me to figure out that I am the WORST NCAA College Game Day player in history. I am so bad, in fact, that when the computer kicked my ass for the 10th time in a row, a graphic of a hillbilly with no thumbs popped up, and he said “Hey! Eh bit eh ken beet y’all!” Shortly after that, I realized that it was probably time to go to sleep.
Did you get all the way through this without hearing Loverboy in your head? If so, you’re one up on me.