Films and the Forgotten.

It’s been a busy few weeks, so as always, there are stories involved.

I’ve actually been doing a lot of film/media work lately, which has been phenomenal is dispelling the whole “work drought” thing. Not that it ever goes easy, of course….

The first night, I worked on a film called Think Like a Man Too as a valet. It was one of those late night time confirmations/early night calls on set, meaning that I had to be there at 2 A.M. – I don’t care how you slice it, but when you usually go to bed just before that time, and are expected to function, it’s hard. And sleep didn’t happen.

As soon as I went to bed, Frodo jumped up and started licking my face. “Oh, come ON“, I sputtered, as I fought the incredibly happy dog off of me. I was just drifting off to sleep, Sophie crawled under the bed to start gnawing loudly on a bone. “Oh, come ON“, I groaned, as I chased another goofy dog away. As I drifted back to slumber, a power generator exploded in the neighborhood, killing the block’s power. “Oh, come ON“, I gasped, startled awake by the explosive noise. And then when it came time to leave, the power was still off, meaning that the garage door wouldn’t open. “Oh, come ON….” I whimpered sadly, as I had to manually override the door in my sleep deprived hysteria.

Thank God they were laid back on set….

The rest of the week was a car commercial, and Billboard Music Awards. Among the highlights of the show were this incredible performance by Bruno Mars:

And Prince, which I don’t have to describe because… it’s Prince. And he is a God. Seriously. Hearing him perform live, lightning could have hit me at that point, and I’d be content with my life, having reached all necessary life goals.

Stylin' it up on Billboard's "red" carpet.

Stylin’ it up on Billboard’s “red” carpet.

But no electrical storms were in my specific forecast, which is just as well, because fate summoned me back to Forgotten City. My friend Gabe was kind enough to provide me a ticket, so I spent time with my campmates… and no police boats.

Shannon and I while dressed as a bear.

Shannon and I while dressed as a bear.

Late night snacks with George and company.

Late night snacks with George and company.

A lot of my friends were there, but I’ll focus on some of the usual delightfully quirky stuff you see at these events:

Sadly, the Piranha Plant never receded so that I could explore the pipe for coins.

Sadly, the Piranha Plant never receded so that I could explore the pipe for coins.

Pirates, you say?  I know a thing or two about that....

Pirates, you say? I know a thing or two about that….

The return of "Disco Banana".

The return of “Disco Banana”.

Amazing painting.

Amazing painting.

Fire spinners.

Fire spinners.

The burning.

The burning.

Burning by moonlight.

Burning by moonlight.

I was glad to be there among friends. After the brutal last two months, I needed good company, good food, and LOT of karaoke. Flight of the Conchords was well sung and represented that weekend.

Otherwise, it’s been a lot of writing work, which has been respectable work, and a decent replacement for the other job that could have happened, but didn’t pan out. In between writing, I’ve been doing more film work, on the upcoming Heat, which was another overnight shoot.

Last weekend was a blur. I did my usual skating with my group, then Jen and I went off to KISS Monster Mini-Golf. I mentioned it a few months back, and it is still badass. Frankly, who cares if you like KISS or not, because this is amazing golf:

I want to rock and roll most nights, and part of every day.

I want to rock and roll most nights, and part of every day.

I am a rock/golf god.  Perhaps in that order.  Your choice.

I am a rock/golf god. Perhaps in that order. Your choice.

The Psycho Circus.

The Psycho Circus.

The final hole.

The final hole.

After that, it was over to Todd English P.U.B. – I’ve been on this Bloody Mary kick of late, and they are said to have one of the best around, filled with sliders and buffalo wings. When you start putting mini hamburgers and chicken wings around my beverages, then baby, we need to have a discussion. Heck, the one at Frankie’s Tiki Room has spam and a hard boiled egg as a garnish (Dear lord, so good).

Be somebody!

Be somebody!

And then it was out to Pahrump as I am entering a karaoke contest this next weekend for money (Oh, the things I do to pay the bills). It was little place called Coyote’s Den, a small town watering hole filled with the region’s locals, but also my friends George and Shannon, which made the long drive worth it to spend time with them again.

I couldn’t stay too late as I had to get up early to exercise with my skaters (I’m working out these days, who knew?), then over to Leone Cafe and Cantina Laredo at Tivoli Village for breakfast and drinks.

In other words, it’s been a busy few weeks. And with Summer here, I only expect it to get busier….

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