Invasion
Bonjour mes amis,
Now that I am home in CT, I have some time to update you all on my life without having to pay a dollar per 15 minutes or have Tom look at me funny for blogging. Few points of interest to bring up. For those of you in the area, keep February 15th, 9pm, open because you will see me play drums at the Waltz. That's right, Mike is back in the game. The game of Rock Stardom. At least for one night only. But I am going to play it out for all it's worth. I'm going to rock out hard, than have the band break up so I can do a solo career, sleep with tons of groupies, than develop a drug addiction, end up in rehab, than go back to my mundane boring life and go to work at Starbucks the next day. I repeat, it's a one night only affair to see all of this... But seriously, some coworkers are getting together and need a drummer and this is where I come in. I'm getting flashbacks of Lost in Grey just thinking about getting back on the drumset.
Actually, come to think of it, I will be having a sort of "solo career" in March. That's the time frame I had given myself to practice guitar, learn a song, and play at the Waltz all by my lonesome self. So for those of you in the area, keep all of March free, at least the Wednesdays.
I'm going to Europe. It has been decided and agreed upon. The one condition is that I get to go to France at some point during the two week vacation. More specifically, Normandy Beach. If you know me, you know I'm a WWII history nut, so the Beach is one of those places I need to experience. I need to feel the sands run between my fingers and maybe be able to attain a fraction of the courage I wished I had to face adversity. Hopefully I'd be able to do this. Only downside is that I would have to pay for my own trip to France from Poland and secondly, hope that the beach is open to the general public. I know when Tom and Lynn went, they weren't able to go down to the beach. If that happens to me too, well, I'm just going to have to pull off a reverse Normandy Invasion, and just run from the hills down the slopes and dive into the sands. If the Allies could do it going the other way, I'm sure I could do it too backwards.
Imagine this backwards, and you'd somewhat get an idea of what I might do a la solo
I'm writing a movie script that will ultimately be divided into chapters and uploaded online once I get the script done by May-ish and the filming done by August-ish. Expect it up for viewing pleasures by
October-ish. It's called "Six" and the plot is soooooooooooooooo confusing to put down on paper and computer that I won't go into any sort of detail about it. Just think of it as a cross between Memento and Kill Bill.
All I can think of now for updates. If I think of anymore, I'll make sure to write it within the next two months. For everyone who has internet and hasn't been able to get a healthy dose of Mike Romanowski into their bloodstreams, know this...
I miss you too.
Especially you.
Now that I am home in CT, I have some time to update you all on my life without having to pay a dollar per 15 minutes or have Tom look at me funny for blogging. Few points of interest to bring up. For those of you in the area, keep February 15th, 9pm, open because you will see me play drums at the Waltz. That's right, Mike is back in the game. The game of Rock Stardom. At least for one night only. But I am going to play it out for all it's worth. I'm going to rock out hard, than have the band break up so I can do a solo career, sleep with tons of groupies, than develop a drug addiction, end up in rehab, than go back to my mundane boring life and go to work at Starbucks the next day. I repeat, it's a one night only affair to see all of this... But seriously, some coworkers are getting together and need a drummer and this is where I come in. I'm getting flashbacks of Lost in Grey just thinking about getting back on the drumset.
Actually, come to think of it, I will be having a sort of "solo career" in March. That's the time frame I had given myself to practice guitar, learn a song, and play at the Waltz all by my lonesome self. So for those of you in the area, keep all of March free, at least the Wednesdays.
I'm going to Europe. It has been decided and agreed upon. The one condition is that I get to go to France at some point during the two week vacation. More specifically, Normandy Beach. If you know me, you know I'm a WWII history nut, so the Beach is one of those places I need to experience. I need to feel the sands run between my fingers and maybe be able to attain a fraction of the courage I wished I had to face adversity. Hopefully I'd be able to do this. Only downside is that I would have to pay for my own trip to France from Poland and secondly, hope that the beach is open to the general public. I know when Tom and Lynn went, they weren't able to go down to the beach. If that happens to me too, well, I'm just going to have to pull off a reverse Normandy Invasion, and just run from the hills down the slopes and dive into the sands. If the Allies could do it going the other way, I'm sure I could do it too backwards.
Imagine this backwards, and you'd somewhat get an idea of what I might do a la solo
I'm writing a movie script that will ultimately be divided into chapters and uploaded online once I get the script done by May-ish and the filming done by August-ish. Expect it up for viewing pleasures by
October-ish. It's called "Six" and the plot is soooooooooooooooo confusing to put down on paper and computer that I won't go into any sort of detail about it. Just think of it as a cross between Memento and Kill Bill.
All I can think of now for updates. If I think of anymore, I'll make sure to write it within the next two months. For everyone who has internet and hasn't been able to get a healthy dose of Mike Romanowski into their bloodstreams, know this...
I miss you too.
Especially you.