7/29 Update
Things have been so busy with work, the comedy show and the short film going on. On top of that, I’m working on branding our lemonade and starting up a concept restaurant so it seems like there hasn’t been a lot of downtime, yet sometimes I don’t feel like my life is really moving. Mostly, it’s the bank account that’s looking a bit stagnant–money comes in, but goes right back out.
Last weekend featured Muskrat’s wedding in Vegas. Due to the wonderful Mercury retrograde which [insert euphemism for “bangs like a screen door in a hurricane”] everyone so completely, I already had an astrological forewarning that travel would experience many delays and obstacles that weekend and it wouldn’t be a good day to travel. Nevertheless, our trip to Vegas began with a blow out fight, featured us turning around after getting an hour out of the city because Reggie had a short-notice audition, then missing everything but the tail-end of the bachelorette party.
The next day, we went to the wrong hotel for the pre-wedding party because I misread the invitation that I realized I had accidentally left back at the hotel once arriving at the wrong hotel.
Luckily, we made it for the last half hour that featured a running slide show showing multiple photos of me in junior high…with a perm.
Fucking A, Muskrat. That’s so damn cruel.
There was a monsoon or something that night that left trash strewn in the streets by morning by way of flooding. Muskrat decided to keep her wedding outdoors despite the rain, and it turned out quite romantic, with the warm rain and the tropical setting.
I got into a little thing with this white trash dude after the wedding, as he was standing in a doorway and his friend was holding the door. I said excuse me since we needed to get inside so his friend let’s go of the door and slams him. So this guy glares at me like I had hit him with the door and I said, “Hey, your friend hit you with the door, not me.” He starts talking to me like I had said something outrageous and we were going to throw down. Reggie tried to jump in but I told him to back off, because I wanted to fight him and if he wanted to fight a white trash guy, he had to find his own. So that guy kept glaring at us through the glass door and I thought it was so funny, for me to have to turn to Reggie and say, “Here, hold my skirt,” and get into a brawl with some guy after Sarah’s wedding.
Sarah and her new husband Jeff took off right after the wedding for their honeymoon in Utah. Yes, I said Utah.
We ate breakfast, watched Ron Burgandy: Anchorman at Reggie’s friend Marlon’s cellphone store, and then embarked in the traffic-filled 8 hour ride home.
The cool thing was that we stood out on the strip selling lemonade and bottled water, and sold all the lemonade we had brought out. We estimate we have to sell approximately 70 bottles of lemonade before we cover our costs for the bottles.
Rehearsals for the comedy show are going well. The show has been going on for a while but we’ve recently restructured it with my entrance into the venture, and decided to name the troupe. So everyone suggested names and it came down to being called Full Frontal or The Petting Zoo. Full Frontal had the best marketing value and was pretty much going to be our name…until we found out that some college troupe at Indiana U. has the same name. So we’re now the Petting Zoo. The show’s on Aug. 16th and 17th and should be fun if everyone can remember their lines. Our first dress rehearsal is on Sunday. If anyone works at Hickory Farms or has a friend that works at Hickory Farms, we need a donation of two large, MEATY summer sausages.
Merc Retrograde is kicking my ass. Today my brain felt like soup. I’m going to try to sell lemonade at the Mercedes Benz Cup tomorrow. Come on out and buy some. We’re trying to fund a $1.5 million movie with lemonade. We have to sell approximately 700,000 bottles. We have about 799,944 to go.
(please help)
and oh yeah. This lady’s babies are so ugly.