so, today, i went witih a bunch of other people to see our old friend greg burke's sketch comedy show at upright citizen brigade. greg was the sports editor on the paper for a year during my time there. he's a great guy, very funny and easy to work with. anyway, we had been to his previous show and had recieved such a warm reception afterwards that we basically had to go to every show afterwards (i mean that as a good thing).
anyway, we're there tonight at this bar in chelsea afterwards, and, having not seen him in what i want to say was a year, we do the whole "what's everyone doing now?" roundabout. and when it's my turn i tell him that i've got my park and rec job in san francisco, and i'm about to tack on my dreams of televisionwriting when i remember that greg has gone out to la and done the starry-eyed kid hoping to make it big, except, having been acting since he was a little kid, i don't think his eyes were quite so starry. anyway, he'd gone out to la and though i've never asked him directly about it (i ascribe that hesitancy to the fact that i don't see him that often, and that i wouldn't want to awkwardly open what could be painful scars... you know, failure scars). because no matter how many times i say it or how many people i tell, it still does seem a little fantastic, this plan, and not a little cliché. the only way to make it more cliché would be if i were from a little town in kansas (to be fair, i am technically from a little town in missouri, which is practically the same thing, but we all know that i'm not actually from missouri).
and i do this whole song and dance several times a day. i guess what made me notice it tonight was that my hesitancy didn't stem from any particular desire not to hurt greg's feelings, but from some sort of self-defense mechanism for something that may not even need defending, i.e., a bitter greg burke says "so, you're heading out to hollywood, are you? good luck, they'll skin you alive!!!!! muahahahahaha!!!!" okay, he probably wouldn't laugh like that, but you get the picture. anyways. this thought didn't have a logical conclusion, and i need to go to bed for trip to ikea with amalea and brad: take 2. wish me luck and happiness; that's what i'm wishing you.
hasta mañana.
anyway, we're there tonight at this bar in chelsea afterwards, and, having not seen him in what i want to say was a year, we do the whole "what's everyone doing now?" roundabout. and when it's my turn i tell him that i've got my park and rec job in san francisco, and i'm about to tack on my dreams of televisionwriting when i remember that greg has gone out to la and done the starry-eyed kid hoping to make it big, except, having been acting since he was a little kid, i don't think his eyes were quite so starry. anyway, he'd gone out to la and though i've never asked him directly about it (i ascribe that hesitancy to the fact that i don't see him that often, and that i wouldn't want to awkwardly open what could be painful scars... you know, failure scars). because no matter how many times i say it or how many people i tell, it still does seem a little fantastic, this plan, and not a little cliché. the only way to make it more cliché would be if i were from a little town in kansas (to be fair, i am technically from a little town in missouri, which is practically the same thing, but we all know that i'm not actually from missouri).
and i do this whole song and dance several times a day. i guess what made me notice it tonight was that my hesitancy didn't stem from any particular desire not to hurt greg's feelings, but from some sort of self-defense mechanism for something that may not even need defending, i.e., a bitter greg burke says "so, you're heading out to hollywood, are you? good luck, they'll skin you alive!!!!! muahahahahaha!!!!" okay, he probably wouldn't laugh like that, but you get the picture. anyways. this thought didn't have a logical conclusion, and i need to go to bed for trip to ikea with amalea and brad: take 2. wish me luck and happiness; that's what i'm wishing you.
hasta mañana.
posted by Charlie Beckerman at 22:20
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