Ben and I had Thanksgiving with our married couple friends, Andrew and Amy. Of course, I can't leave out their adorable little boy Owen, he loves me, and their friends Beck and Farell, whom we've met before and really enjoy.
A little background on Andrew: I went to grad school with Andrew and we are both Ohio Shakespeare Festival company members. We play many Master/Servant comedy duos. Guess who's who.
All the food was incredible and the company was even better. Seriously, I had a blast. One of my favorite parts was whilst on the dessert course everyone shared what they're most un-thankful for. A gripe. It was fun. Probably not what the holiday is intended for, but fuck it. It was fun. We had given thanks at dinner, so we kept everything balanced.
What am I most thankful for?
Ben. Seville Staffing. My immediate family. And my friends.
What was my main gripe?
I refrained from talking too much about politics and the economy this year, because I'm not an expert. I'm not there. I know a lot of people are going to disagree with me, but unless you're there getting it from the lion's mouth, then I don't think you should think you KNOW. Moreover, even if you do get it from the lion's mouth, lions lie sometimes, so you never really know.
People really pissed me off when they acted like they knew everything about this election.
I can read. (Writing? Maybe not so much, no, but I can READ.) I don't need you to tell me what someone told someone, who go it from someone else. You know what, I can also repeat the 30sec blurb I saw on television.
BUT who wrote that piece? Who is that network affiliated with? Where and how was this information gathered?
I felt many times that people used buzz words to sound smart, but really didn't know that the fuck they were talking about, or moreover, had made a decision or had an original thought about it.
Someone: "Can you believe this "economy"?
Me: "Oh , yeah, what about it"
Someone: "Well....Ummm... (pause) ....You know... (pause)...it's bad"
Me: "What do you mean by bad"
Someone: "(long pause) bad, bad"
Me: "OOOoooh, yeah. Bad. I totally got it now since you said it twice."
Friday morning at 4:15am Ben and I drove out to Niles (about 15mins away) to do some Black Friday shopping. I think they call it Black Friday, because that's what color your soul turns if you participate.
I had done it once many many many years ago and swore to never do it again, but clearly I have forgotten how sucky it was and decided I would give it a whirl.
We had a strategy.
Be flexible, stay positive, divide and concur.
We had a list. Ben went to Best Buy, I went to Wal-Mart. If something on the list was not available, then we'd forget about it: we didn't have it before, why fight or be upset. If we stumbled upon something too good to miss, grab it.
I saw people fighting and the lines we terribly long. And people were fighting in the terribly long lines. It was, to be kindly about it, HELL ON EARTH.
Nah, it wasn't that bad. People were fighting and it was packed; however, it was worth it.
I got an external Hard Drive for 99.99 (originally 175.00)
I got a shit load of awesome movies for 2, 6, and 9 dollars. (Iron Man, Indiana Jones, Borat, 40yr old Virgin, Across the Universe, Interview with a Vampire, to name a very few) We also got some other amazing deals on a toaster oven and a 28 piece Rubbermaid food storage set for 7bucks.
That evening we were having dinner at El Jardin (the best Mexican food restaurant in Chicago). And our friend Ross calls us to go have one drink at Roscoe's. We weren't dressed to go out, but fuck it we said. Sure, one drink.
Well....
I'll just skip to the end of the story, which takes place the next day. I had a splitting head ache and I pulled out this folded piece of paper from my jacket.
"What is this?" I said out loud. I opened it up. It says:
gogoboi@anemailsite.com
Enough said.
On Sat one of my ex-students now friends, Brandon, came to visit me in Chicago from Columbus OH. We went down to the mag mile, saw the Macy's windows, and went to a play; The Neo Futurists' Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind.
This is is more like an event really. I highly recommend it. They attempt to do 30 plays in 60 minutes. It's usually tons of fun.
This was the 4th TMLBTBGB show I've seen and, honestly, it was the worst one. They have a lot of new cast members so I think that's why it's a bit clunky. I thought maybe I just didn't like it because I was bitter, because I auditioned for them, got a call back, but didn't get in the ensemble. But both Ben and Brandon agreed so it wasn't just me. I'm sure by next month it's going to be awesome.
The Macy's windows were weird, but cute. I actually had no clue what was going one, but Ben liked them.
Brandon felt the same way:
On Sunday, gay band practice was cancelled, which I was very happy about. That night we went out with our friends to dinner. Then Ross says, "Let's go to Sidetracks for one drink" I thought it's early, sure, sounds like fun. One drink.
Well....
I'll just skip to the point in the story were I spent a lot of Ross's money on various strippers at a second bar, and then at a third bar a guy from Colorado showed us his big dick and grabbed mine and Ben's privates.
Happy Holidays!
O, wait, I had promised to talk about my latest acting gig. The Comedy of Errors at the Canton Players Guild in Ohio:
me: "It was awesome."
Someone: "Oh yeah, well, what do you mean by awesome?"
me: "You know...like.. really really..(pause) awesome awesome"
Someone: "OOOOOoooh, awesome"
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