Awards and Bohemians.

Just as I could stand no more of the “life hiatus” I had succumbed to in order to keep “The World of Guy” under control, my plans of being responsible rewarded itself with nearly two full weeks of adventures.

Every year in May, I do stand-in work for the Billboard Music Awards. Four years in now, I have grown accustomed to the long days of numerous performance rehearsals, award acceptances, and various given monologues.

I'd like to thank Me for all of the "Me" so far in 2014....

I’d like to thank Me for all of the “Me” so far in 2014….

The shows are largely a lot of fun (though it hadn’t been as much fun as the time I had spent dueling banjos with Ken Jeong), but this year was something a little more unique. For starters, I got to see Michael Jackson perform.

….

Well, sort of.

A full singing and dancing CG generated hologram. While it’s been fun reading the commentary on this piece, seeing it in person for over half a day, if I hadn’t known better, I’d have sworn that he was actually back among the living. Incredible technology. Television failed to do it justice (though quite good).

Another day of rehearsals.

Another day of rehearsals.

But it was four full days of watching numerous pop/rock/country stars prime for the actual show. At one point during the rehearsals, I got to present Jennifer Lopez with the first female “Icon Award” (though history may be remiss in noting that).

And I also got to meet Carrie Underwood, which was fun.

She's not as blurry in real life.

She’s not as blurry in real life.

The rehearsals were perhaps the best I’ve ever experienced while working this particular awards show. It was fun, interesting, and laid-back, which made the long days regrettably zip by faster than I would have liked. But with my role done, and the show starting, it turned out that I wasn’t quite concluded with my experience.

As my colleagues and I walked away from the MGM’s Grand Garden Arena, I got hit up for an after party. I normally am leery of such random invites, but the glance at the guest list I gleaned seemed legit, so I invited Jen and our friend Brenda to join us.

The party started at 10:00, and we were early. As we waited, this quartet of groupies were trying to get in, trying to push past us, and attempting to claim they were production like I actually was, by piggybacking on my entry. The problem at hand was that whatever guest list I signed up for had no mention of my name here. The doormen believed me, but I couldn’t get in without knowing the name of the party. I was afraid that the concession of defeat was looming nearer, but somehow, the groupies blurted out some name, and whether guesswork, luck or unknown insight, my expanded party of groupies and guests were let in. I turned to the pushiest of the girls, extended my hand to hers, and said “I appreciate the assistance.” “Likewise”, she purred, quite pleased that she had gotten past the gatekeeper as well. The user became useful.

Once inside a small lounge, it was an open bar, and as guests filled in, the DJ played nothing but Michael Jackson music, creating one epic dance party. I think I might have even got down with half of Florida-Georgia line along the way.

Best afterparty ever.

Best afterparty ever.

After a few hours, there was an after-afterparty in the club above, but when Jen and I took the elevator up, it was such a wall to wall clustermess that we looked at each other, went “Nope”, and opted for sandwiches instead.

Thinking I was going to rest in the days after, I was called to a 5:30 A.M. calltime for Mall Cop 2. I can’t turn a good work day away, so I dragged myself to set in preparation of a long day. But as it turned out, the shoot was only four hours, so I had a very pleasant day on set, and even more enjoyable once I crawled back into the shadows of my bed’s blankets.

Rest was short lived as I had to get ready for Forgotten City, Vegas’ regional Burning Man event. This was to be a challenge: A three and a half day party where I would have to take time off each day to go into work. And let me tell you: Those two elements make for an interesting combination.

My trusty battle steed.

My trusty battle steed.

I spent most of my evenings riding around on an electric fish with my friend Sarah Jane (delightful girl with a definitely NSFW blog) as we drove from dance camp to dance camp, bar to bar as the night grew later and later. Fortunately, the next morning’s jaunt on the fish yielded a traveler offering Popsicles, so that was a welcomed gift.

People also got into stuffed animal battles, because, you know, why not.

People also got into stuffed animal battles, because, you know, why not.

So three and a half days were spent between camping and working, and I survived both as best as one could hope for, which isn’t to say that I didn’t have a great amount of adventures with several of my favorite friends.

Prince Adam: The Later Years.

Prince Adam: The Later Years.

And of course, what event is without fireworks and setting structures on fire?

The start of the show.

The start of the show.

One of many fires.

One of many fires.

And yet, with everything going on, in a desert world filled with loud music, mutant vehicles, dancing zebras, and all other manner of oddities, I actually had a moment where I sat down amongst the chaos and just watched the stars and the mountains.

It’s been no secret that I am constantly busy, and my thoughts have become jumbled. People have thought my lack of a social life has been one giant snub towards being out and about as I had once been more prominently known for. But to be honest, things change. I’ve had to use the last few months to set up some new goals in my life. To set things right and make my life more for me instead of taking on every universal whim set upon me by others. It’s not a bad thing, but it was a needed readjustment for me. And it’s been successful. It’s made my life less complicated, and I realized, after Billoard, and now this Forgotten City, that these have been the best iterations of both events, not to mention several other things in my life, that it gets better. That it has gotten better.

So in the chaos of a world of lights and sound just a few feet away, I finally found some long overdue peace within myself. And with that, I rejoined the circle of my friends with a greater sense of belonging than ever before.

Art at night.

Art at night.

But once again upon returning home, I crawled into bed and slept like the dead.

With a few days off under my belt, I am lining up a few long overdue projects to take care of. A few things that I’ve put off for far too long. And in the midst of settling back into my routine, a little bird flew into the house with three dogs trailing behind him.

It seems that I have inherited my Mother’s affinity for corralling and taming animals. After a few minutes of chase around the house, and hoping that the bird wouldn’t poop on paintings, I scooped the little fellow up, and had a long talk with him about entering without knocking. He took it well, and hung out in my hand for a while before he finally decided to leave.

Don't you know?  Haven't you heard?

Don’t you know? Haven’t you heard?

And so ends two long weeks of escapades, just as Summer is coming along with its 100+ degree temperatures. Considering how hectic my Summers can get, I think this is only the first episode of my return to adventures.

The Vortex.

Of which I’ve been in one.

It’s amazing how busy my schedule has been of late, part of my mostly ever shifting work schedule, and a series of films and other projects that I’ve been working on. “Secret” projects seem to be a recurring theme for this this year, as I am held to not really discussing the majority of the films I’ve been working on, but having a few films and award shows to work on (and celebrity weddings, for that matter), this time of year has made for a pleasant Spring. I cleared the Academy of Country Music Awards a few weeks back, and Billboard Music Awards is this week.

In addition to work and filming, there’s also been the matter of starting my own travel company: Adventure Ears Travel Company. I’m now adding “travel agent” to my expanding list of job skills, and am planning my first tour this Fall. I’m going to start taking classes in the next few days so that I can become a certified “Disney Genius”.

Home life has also been as busy, with doing a lot of renovations around the house and yard. It’s been quite a process the last few weeks, but the changes have been welcome (if you can pardon the dust). I have finally been getting the patio/garden sanctuary area I’ve been wanting for years closer to completion, and one more project will be completed. That’s one of the things about homeownership, and I believe that it was my sister that told me: You’re never really done. There’s always something that needs to be worked on. The deeper I get into these fixings, the more accurate this becomes.

One of the biggest changes, however, has been this little girl:

Enter Stardust.

Enter Stardust.

You know how it goes: You browse the dog adoption sites, one catches your eye, you find that they are running out of time, and so you end up with a yapping, chomping, crazy ball of fur in your lap.

Hello, Stardust.

Post grooming, and less matted hair.

Post grooming, and less matted hair.

She’s been an interesting addition to “The Great Terrier Reef” that has taken over the house. She chomps as a means of communication… when not running around the backyard like an idiot. Still, with all of her insanity that she brings to the table, she’s quite affectionate and eager to be accepted and loved. And she certainly gives Frodo a run for his money.

My resident parrot.

My resident parrot.

For what little free time I have enjoyed, I managed a trip out to Kingman, Arizona to sate my Cracker Barrel food lust (where a tire in the road nearly caused an RV to flip over on me, damaging my bumper in the process), a jaunt into Free Comic Book Day and May The 4th Be With You, culminating with a solid round of Cards Against Humanity, which tends to break down into moments like this:

Cheers!

Cheers!

But the last few weeks been a time of not having as many roadtrips and social outings. Even just meeting up for a free night out has become something of a rarity for me. But I expect that will change as Summer comes about. Surprisingly, I’ve had a lot of people become angry with me for my lack of social free time, but I really have no answers for this. It’s not personal, it’s not out of spite, and it’s not that we aren’t friends anymore. It’s just that I am busier with smaller windows of opportunity to go out and do things. And believe me: No one misses that more than myself. There’s always a bigger picture.

And with that, I sign off to go recover my yard after the last windstorm swept dirt and debris all over the place. Getting a face chock full of grit truly was like Burning Man all over again.