My New Dresser

Last night was a lot of fun. I went to the Hollywood Park Race Track with a bunch of guys from work. I bet the minimum amount allowed on each race and I won nothing. But, then again, I probably only bet about $15 total. The horse that captured all of our hearts, Buford T. Justice, didn't even show. But with $1 beers and $1 hotdogs, it was a fun night all around. We split a cab after getting out of a bar in Culver City and, per usual, I was the last one dropped off. I had the cabbie drop me off on Sunset rather then up the hill at my apartment because I wanted to score some food. But seeing as how it was about 2 AM (I think) all I was able to manage was a bag of salt and vinegar kettle chips. They were pretty awesome, actually. But my choice to get out at the bottom of the hill proved to give me more than just a bag of delicious chips. It gave me this:








That's right. A dresser dedicated entirely to Chicago Blues Legend Howlin' Wolf. Out of the two times I've drunkenly carried a large object up a hill in the middle of the night, this was my favorite.

Halleluja

I have found salvation and her name is "The Ukulele":

Happy May Honesty Day!

It's still May 1st to me in Pacific Time (the correct time). I'm sitting here reflecting on how quickly this adventure has gone by me. I came out here in late January and now here I am in May. Wow. In all honesty, I am very happy I made the decision to move to Los Angeles. I say this simply because: I had a great time at work today. I know I've said it before, but this job is an absolute dream come true. I don't even care if this show never actually makes it to television (it will, don't worry), because I've made some great friends and had some great fun. And isn't that what it's all really about? (Hint: yes).

That's not to say I don't miss everyone back in Connecticut, because I do. But everytime I see all my family and friends I just know that they're going to be lifelong friends, and I'm so lucky to have them supporting me through this.

Upon reading that last paragraph, I'm reminded I voted against a line of dialogue in a script today because it was "kinda gay" as I put it. Well, if I thought that line was gay, then what I just wrote was...also...very gay. And I have no problem with that.