Uh oh, it’s back!

It’s been five weeks since I’ve rolled the leatherback up to the ol’ Qwerty board and banged out anything that would make your average reader cringe with vehemence, and so, it is with an intrepid palm and a murky mind that I attempt, once again, to pontificate.

Saw Richard III performed upon an outdoor stage, mock British accents succumbing to nerves and myriad missed lines causing horrified faces upon amateur actors whose idea of “the play must go on” lie somewhere between staring blankly at the audience and surreptitiously whispering the line to the fellow actor/offender. For those who’ve never heard the “my kingdom for a horse” line mentioned onstage, imagine your parent sitting on the throne when the toilet paper runs out—you get the idea. Dick 3 had good reason to kill everyone on stage.

Attended a Malibu wedding, bride and groom sharing handwritten vows with the sort of red-faced emotional enthusiasm one might expect from two kids headed into sixty years on society’s EKG-waved sea.  After an absurdly delicious risotto, and a mid-wedding internet update about Somali starvation scenarios, throwing rice at the newlyweds had a strange “there’s better uses for this stuff” thing about it.

Spent a day at the UCLA tennis tournament wondering when L.A.’s sporting scene became a competition of mini-skirts, collagen-enhanced lips, and breast implants. I’m not one for window dressing, but the tournament might consider hitting up Victoria’s Secret or Vivid Films as next years premiere sponsor.  Rest assured, there were a few tennis fans, but the clear winner of the evening was not holding a racket.

Won a four-hour poker tournament against some of the Grandson’s of Italy.  It’s ill-advised to spend an evening taking money from Italians – to be frank, I did check my car for any loose wiring and peered under my sheets for the iconographic horse head – but somehow I escaped unscathed and a few pennies richer. Epilogue: The round of post-lunch Sambuca’s I bought next time we got together totaled more than my winnings, which brought gratuitous smiles and post-holstered hands out for high-fives.

Haven’t done much writing lately, although the word of the day appears to be back and infecting my psyche the way midnight mosquitoes debilitate your dreams.  I guess that’s how the creative process ebbs and flows though, right?

New word of the day: Zenlightenment (def) the act of sitting around thinking about nothing and writing it all down

By ccxander

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