Not the first time I have finished a Las Vegas guide book, but I’m still counting it as my Differently for the day. The Frommer’s Easy Guide to Las Vegas 2015 edition is in the hands of my editors and will be in a book store… or downloadable to your e-reader… this fall.
Today I finally broke down and made plans to go to my 30 year high school reunion this August. Bought the plane tickets, booked the rental car, reserved the hotel, and then started drinking because 30 years… really?
Here’s the deal… some of you were around for my inglorious high school days, in which I was a picked upon, fat loser, often beaten up and bullied mercilessly by an array of people that I have cast as villains in my mind. There was the ogreish guy that punched me in the back every day for reasons that are still unclear to me until I stood up to him and he promptly kicked the crap out of me. There was the evil cheerleader who liked to trip me in the halls because she thought it was funny to see the fat kid fall down. There was the slack jawed stoner who would regularly tell me that I was a fag and should just go kill myself. For a long time I thought it would be the darkest days of my life.
Hindsight, being what it is, allows me to see that these people were probably just as damaged as I was -it’s just that they projected that damage outward whereas I projected mine in. If I was a better person I would use that hindsight to forgive and forget but a) that would mean redefining myself in ways I’m not willing to think about right now and b) I’m petty and I hold grudges.
So why in the hell would I want to go back for my 30 year high school reunion?
Well, because in the midst of all of that horror there were acts of kindness and friendship and loyalty and love and laughter that I remember to this day. There are people – some of whom are reading this blog occasionally – who were unknowing heroes and quite literally saved my life back then. To this day, I can’t believe that I was lucky enough to have them when I was a kid and am thoroughly gobsmacked that I still get to occasionally, infrequently, interact with them as adults. I am even more stunned that many of them came out of the Facebook wilderness to offer me words of comfort, prayers, positive vibrations, and random amusements during what were the real darkest days of my life in the couple of years between the time that my best friend died of cancer and I had to deal with cancer myself.
I think the way you honor that is to get over yourself and go to your 30 year high school reunion, ignore the villains, and embrace the heroes.
And heck, if nothing else, cancer at least me thin!
See you in August.
I went to a couple of body shops I had never been to in order to get estimates to repair the damage to my car after last week’s minor accident. It’s about what I expected – about $600. You can sneeze on a car and rack up a $600 repair bill.
The woman that hit me says she’s going to send me a check for that plus a rental car while it’s in the shop. Hopefully that will be the end of it.
BTW, after two days off, I got back to the abs and did 38 sit ups, 100 stomach crunches (!!), 38 leg lifts, and 1:45 plank. It’s kind of interesting – I’m not seeing any real difference but I’m feeling it. When I started, 20 sit ups was pushing things and 1 minute on the plank felt like torture. Now I breeze past those marks and it doesn’t start getting really hard until closer to the new limits.
Abs of steel, baby!
Today, I ate this:
Okay, well, I ate some of it. The “It” in question is a bacon mac and cheese burger, one of the signature items at the new Guy Fieri’s Vegas Kitchen restaurant. I was both horrified and totally happy.
In the morning, before I ate this, I made it up to 37 sit ups, 95 stomach crunches, 37 leg lifts, and 1:40 plank. Yes, even in Vegas.
I guess when you drive 30 miles every day round trip in bumper to bumper traffic for more than two years, it is inevitable that those bumpers are going to meet at some point.
Couple of little scratches – hard to even see unless you know where to look. The very young girl that hit me was on the verge of tears. I told her to relax – grand scheme of things not that big of a deal.
Of course if she had hit me harder, it would’ve been a bigger deal.
But it’s all okay now – because I’m here…
That thing I read yesterday? It was a contract with an entertainment company hiring me to write a TV movie based on an idea of mine.
I can’t tell you what it’s about – that’s part of the contract – but I can say that it’s a romantic comedy that centers around a high school reunion and it’s hopefully lighthearted, fun, and funny.
I have been paid for writing before. I made a (very) little money off of the two plays of mine that got produced here in LA and around the country; I got a little bit of dough out of a TV deal with a major company that never went anywhere; I’ve gotten some freelance type gigs to write or develop other people’s ideas; and of course there’s all the Vegas stuff. But this is the first time I have ever been hired to write a movie, from scratch, based on an idea that I had.
I’m not getting paid very much money and there is absolutely no guarantee that the thing will ever get made, but still, it’s kinda cool and definitely different.
33 sit-ups, 90 crunches, 33 leg lifts, 1:35 plank.
I read something today. I can’t tell you what it is yet but it is definitely different and kinda cool. As soon as I sign the thing that I read and other people sign it also then I will tell you what it is but I don’t want to jinx it yet.
32 sit ups, 85 stomach crunches, 32 leg lifts, 1:30 plank. Have I mentioned how much I hate the plank?
I wondered what it was and decided to look it up and watch it. With nearly 2 billion views… yes, billion, with a B, it’s this… I had never seen it before. I’m a little sorry I have now.
30 sit ups, 80 stomach crunches, 30 leg lifts, 1:25 plank.