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i just played one hour of poker with carrot top and his friend. carrot top, the king of prop comedy. somehow in the two years i've lived here i haven't crossed paths with him, yet we wound up at the same texas holdem table in the vastness of the internet. very nice guy. gave me 1k chips so i could play longer.
today i drove joe out to universal. on the way back, driving under the ORLANDO underpass at conroy and seeing downtown's skyscrapers in the distance, something came over me. it felt like the same thing that made me homesick for orlando while we were in new york. i guess loyalty or pride or lust for land.
i might as well catch up on this month's events. i'll post a log i wrote right before joey, annemarie, hans and i left for nyc. we left tues, 8/3. i had a few sentences to add, but we had to embark on the eighteen hour drive that minute.
the trip was very last minute. i think we all went for different reasons that ended up venning together. stayed in astoria. saw beulah's last show for free at battery park. hit up gz. scoped out pre-promotion opportunities for the new york international film festival we were officially selected to attend in november. the trip was a lot of fun. very very cheap, too. although by friday night when we left queens i felt at ease with the city, i felt reborn coming back into orlando.
so here it is. something i couldn't finish before i started something else. normally this stuff just disappears from my head or notes or hard drive. for good reason. i hate completism. i'm bound by it. all or nothing. why, o why --looking back at this log -- did i cite movies we watched? i know not to do that. it's not important. they are so frequent that it's become a lifestyle. i put it on my resume. "quality assurance consultant; regal entertainment group." since 1/1/04 i've accumulated at least five full days of time at that theater and here i am mentioning only a handful of them. makes me want to hit the delete key.
this is the reason this thing is so blank and inconsistent in tense.
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saturday: murph visits. we go downtown until close. murph is driving one of his parents' sweet rides and requests some loudtalking on i-drive, so he detours west and we yell at strangers for twenty minutes. the convention center must have had an naacp event. we normally have a universal no minority rule, but murph would be leaving soon and that's all we could work with. we tiptoed the line of sensivity but somehow almost got shot anyway.
sunday: joey, annemarie and i had a little housewarming thing at the new apartment. a bunch of people came. probably more than ever came to my flat in the two years i lived in, you know, the REAL orlando. murph went back to ct or mass or wherever his school is. (just kidding, murph. i know it's in vermont.)
monday: sneaked *harold and kumar go to white castle*. this is the sleeper comedy of the year. better than all the huge hits with all the can't-go-wrong stars... combined.
tuesday: frankie visits unexpectedly. we went in the pool. joe scored two good tickets to broadway's *cats* show in downtown. hans and i went but couldn't stand it. andrew lloyd webber, what were you thinking? the only thing that got me through the first act was the hilarious thought of getting busy with any of the tabby cats in their costumes. we left at intermission so hans could "find the monicle [he] left in the rolls." it seemed awkward to abandon seventy dollar seats. on the bus out of there, another yuppie family had the same idea. there was a homeless woman asking about the show. the yuppies told her to go see evanescense instead. we walked around downtown for food and to make plans for the rest of the night. hans got a text message from his friend melissa, who worked for broadway orlando before she moved to new york. she had put us on the guest list for the *cats* cast party down the road. we would have gone immediately but they were still on stage. met joey at the ticketmaster parking garage and we all returned to the same disney resort from the week before. this time we had bathing suits, so trouble more than "go back to your room" wasn't a possibility. the water slide was more fun this time. we played some pool volleyball and explored the grotto. went to steak n shake back in town to finish the night. ran into a coworker i hadn't seen since we all lost our jobs. saw a guy named isaac who transferred from our hometown steak n shake two years ago.
wednesday: frankie leaves. the doppler ruins our planned trip to cocoa for the day when we decide all we wanted to do was stay on the beach. joey, hans and i go for an unplanned hike around the econ river. what was meant to be a fifteen minute dusk walk to a river turned into a lonnngg time of us "not" getting lost in the dark.
thursday: wake up early for the vans warped tour. joe, joey, hans and i worked the box office. joe sat in the air conditioning while we used palmpilots to scan 12,000 kids. two girls passed out at my feet. it was fun catching counterfeiters and bantering with the crowd -- which was better than it would have been five years ago when i last attended. the audience was comprised of mostly preppy girls in tennis skirts. punk sure has come a long way. after "working" for ten bucks an hour cash, we used our backstage passes to promote the carnies. a concert-goer walking past said "you're the traveling carnies, right?" and shook my hand. that felt good. a bunch of dvds were distributed and sold. we ended the day chilling at the lake in the same tour bus/catering area so many d-hungry girls eagerly try to access. even saw a condom in the grass. later that night we sneaked *the village*. critics who try to find political metaphors in this movie are dumb.
friday: rayssa's birthday. the tequesta crew and ashley came for the weekend.
saturday: sneaked *machurian candidate*. excellent film. pretty accurate.
sunday: bailey and cooper got out of the yard again and were lost for a while. bailey came back alone, which wasn't a good sign. we searched for hours as the day became night until all we could do was hope he would come back or be found by somebody honest enough to call. mid-night we headed to cocoa for a launch that should have been secret but wasn't, all because filthy astronauts think going to mercury once every thirty years is something to boast about. the launch was postponed.
yesterday: todd got the call. a college kid who saw joey's lost dog post on the internet had found cooper on the side of lake pickett. todd and i went to go pick him up, not knowing what to expect. the scene was peaceful. you don't fully realize the role something plays in your life until you have its blood on your arms; and you don't remember the value of life until you're burying something that lacks it. cooper was the only dog that knew how to hug.
today: woke up and ran errands. packed a small duffel bag. about to leave for new york city.
today i drove joe out to universal. on the way back, driving under the ORLANDO underpass at conroy and seeing downtown's skyscrapers in the distance, something came over me. it felt like the same thing that made me homesick for orlando while we were in new york. i guess loyalty or pride or lust for land.
i might as well catch up on this month's events. i'll post a log i wrote right before joey, annemarie, hans and i left for nyc. we left tues, 8/3. i had a few sentences to add, but we had to embark on the eighteen hour drive that minute.
the trip was very last minute. i think we all went for different reasons that ended up venning together. stayed in astoria. saw beulah's last show for free at battery park. hit up gz. scoped out pre-promotion opportunities for the new york international film festival we were officially selected to attend in november. the trip was a lot of fun. very very cheap, too. although by friday night when we left queens i felt at ease with the city, i felt reborn coming back into orlando.
so here it is. something i couldn't finish before i started something else. normally this stuff just disappears from my head or notes or hard drive. for good reason. i hate completism. i'm bound by it. all or nothing. why, o why --looking back at this log -- did i cite movies we watched? i know not to do that. it's not important. they are so frequent that it's become a lifestyle. i put it on my resume. "quality assurance consultant; regal entertainment group." since 1/1/04 i've accumulated at least five full days of time at that theater and here i am mentioning only a handful of them. makes me want to hit the delete key.
this is the reason this thing is so blank and inconsistent in tense.
//
saturday: murph visits. we go downtown until close. murph is driving one of his parents' sweet rides and requests some loudtalking on i-drive, so he detours west and we yell at strangers for twenty minutes. the convention center must have had an naacp event. we normally have a universal no minority rule, but murph would be leaving soon and that's all we could work with. we tiptoed the line of sensivity but somehow almost got shot anyway.
sunday: joey, annemarie and i had a little housewarming thing at the new apartment. a bunch of people came. probably more than ever came to my flat in the two years i lived in, you know, the REAL orlando. murph went back to ct or mass or wherever his school is. (just kidding, murph. i know it's in vermont.)
monday: sneaked *harold and kumar go to white castle*. this is the sleeper comedy of the year. better than all the huge hits with all the can't-go-wrong stars... combined.
tuesday: frankie visits unexpectedly. we went in the pool. joe scored two good tickets to broadway's *cats* show in downtown. hans and i went but couldn't stand it. andrew lloyd webber, what were you thinking? the only thing that got me through the first act was the hilarious thought of getting busy with any of the tabby cats in their costumes. we left at intermission so hans could "find the monicle [he] left in the rolls." it seemed awkward to abandon seventy dollar seats. on the bus out of there, another yuppie family had the same idea. there was a homeless woman asking about the show. the yuppies told her to go see evanescense instead. we walked around downtown for food and to make plans for the rest of the night. hans got a text message from his friend melissa, who worked for broadway orlando before she moved to new york. she had put us on the guest list for the *cats* cast party down the road. we would have gone immediately but they were still on stage. met joey at the ticketmaster parking garage and we all returned to the same disney resort from the week before. this time we had bathing suits, so trouble more than "go back to your room" wasn't a possibility. the water slide was more fun this time. we played some pool volleyball and explored the grotto. went to steak n shake back in town to finish the night. ran into a coworker i hadn't seen since we all lost our jobs. saw a guy named isaac who transferred from our hometown steak n shake two years ago.
wednesday: frankie leaves. the doppler ruins our planned trip to cocoa for the day when we decide all we wanted to do was stay on the beach. joey, hans and i go for an unplanned hike around the econ river. what was meant to be a fifteen minute dusk walk to a river turned into a lonnngg time of us "not" getting lost in the dark.
thursday: wake up early for the vans warped tour. joe, joey, hans and i worked the box office. joe sat in the air conditioning while we used palmpilots to scan 12,000 kids. two girls passed out at my feet. it was fun catching counterfeiters and bantering with the crowd -- which was better than it would have been five years ago when i last attended. the audience was comprised of mostly preppy girls in tennis skirts. punk sure has come a long way. after "working" for ten bucks an hour cash, we used our backstage passes to promote the carnies. a concert-goer walking past said "you're the traveling carnies, right?" and shook my hand. that felt good. a bunch of dvds were distributed and sold. we ended the day chilling at the lake in the same tour bus/catering area so many d-hungry girls eagerly try to access. even saw a condom in the grass. later that night we sneaked *the village*. critics who try to find political metaphors in this movie are dumb.
friday: rayssa's birthday. the tequesta crew and ashley came for the weekend.
saturday: sneaked *machurian candidate*. excellent film. pretty accurate.
sunday: bailey and cooper got out of the yard again and were lost for a while. bailey came back alone, which wasn't a good sign. we searched for hours as the day became night until all we could do was hope he would come back or be found by somebody honest enough to call. mid-night we headed to cocoa for a launch that should have been secret but wasn't, all because filthy astronauts think going to mercury once every thirty years is something to boast about. the launch was postponed.
yesterday: todd got the call. a college kid who saw joey's lost dog post on the internet had found cooper on the side of lake pickett. todd and i went to go pick him up, not knowing what to expect. the scene was peaceful. you don't fully realize the role something plays in your life until you have its blood on your arms; and you don't remember the value of life until you're burying something that lacks it. cooper was the only dog that knew how to hug.
today: woke up and ran errands. packed a small duffel bag. about to leave for new york city.