April 8, 2007

• This is a brief summary of my weekend. Thursday night, I finally got what I was told I would soon be getting: an apology from Scooty for his being an asshole during Scootyfest. It did not come without him saying that I was to blame for a lot of things, in fact, he even wrote a top 10 list "Top 10 Reasons Michael Aint Right". He also went as far as to apologize to Keith, John, and Randy for how he acted. I commend him, it really was big of him to apologize. He said that the way he acted and the things he said were unacceptable. Good for him.

  Saturday, we went to Scooty's house to see his new daughter. She is adorable, when she is awake, when she is sleeping, she is still adorable, but just not at as fun. Then again, come to think of it, she is not very fun when she is awake either. Just about everybody was there, except for the Johnsons and Randy. Oh, and Rene.

  Dave had an idea of going out to a bar. He said it was the bar that we went to for our 29th birthday. The only problem is that he could not remember the name of it and did not know where it was located. I told him to find out what it was and where it was located at and I would pick  him up. Much to my surprise, he actually did find out the name and location. I picked him up and we went back to Scooty's house. We spent time trying to talk Mark into going, but it was he was not interested. Long story short, it was just John, Dave and I at this bar. This place was such a dive, and as all dives do on Saturday nights, they had karoke. What was different about this place was that nobody was singing country. Instead, they were singing Metallica and Twisted Sister. Not that there was anything wrong with those bands, I like them, its just not what you want to hear for karoke. We soon left that bar and headed over to Mickey's in Romeoville. We played darts. The bar was closing early last night because of Easter. So, we got stuck in this long game of cricket, so long that they had pretty much closed the bar and the workers were waiting for us to finish. They were hounding us, pretty much standing behind us rooting for us to finish. Finally, we just ended the game and left.

  Easter was at my cousin's house. Every time I see my cousin's son in law, he is always trying to either hook me up with chicks or telling me that I should be a stand-up comedian. Today, it was #2. Not that I'm complaining. Certainly, its very flattering that he thinks I'm funny enough to do stand up. Honestly, I would love to go into comedy, I just don't think I would be a good stand up comic. I'm not going to be one of those people that has false modesty, because that's almost as annoying as arrogance. Sure, I know I'm funny, I make people laugh all day long at work. But, stand up is a whole different beast, you don't have any margin for error. I have never been a fan of stand up comedy, it just doesn't make me laugh. And, some of those comics are just so good, they would blow me away. Plus, I'm better at spontaneous comedy, such as "Whose Line Is It Anyway" type of stuff. Yet, I'm so tempted to try something. I believe that I have a gift of making people laugh and I would hate to look back 20 years from now and say that  I have wasted that gift. Its no secret that a lot of what I write on here is my own sometimes successful and sometimes futile attempt at comedy. Now I'm the type of person that is very determined and never gives up at anything. But, breaking into comedy and being successful at it is very tough, the odds are very low. And, since I'm not willing to move to Los Angeles or New York, my odds automatically go down a lot. I'm also over 30, that's very old to get started in the entertainment industry. Yet, I feel like comedy is the one thing that I was meant to do. I'm a natural at making people laugh. I think I could totally kick ass at something like a talk show. Every now and then, I have the desire to go into comedy. And because I've always got people telling me to go into it, that makes it even harder to not at least attempt it. And its not even a case of stage fright, I feel very comfortable having the spotlight in front of a large crowd. In fact, that's usually when I'm at my best. The only problem is where do I start? A lot of people say Second City (so many people have gotten their starts there) but that can be pricey to take classes there. And when I stop and look at how hard it is to be successful in comedy, whether it is stand up, writing, sketch comedy or anything else, it becomes very overwhelming. That's what makes me not go for it. Sure, there are a lot of lame, unfunny people (Pauly Shore, I'm looking at you, you lame ass fucking has been) that have made it and I truly believe that I'm funnier than them. But, for every Pauly Shore or Tom Arnold, there are a thousand more talented, brilliant comics that have not made it. That is very discouraging. Then again, what do I have to lose? Oh well, if anybody has any ideas or suggestions, I'm open.

  Jeez, I am really rushing through this post. That's all for now.

  Tomorrow is the big day, the twins will be born! I'm excited and looking forward to it, but probably not nearly as excited as Amy is to finally have them out of her.Anywho, not to be forgotten, here is a picture of Addison and me.

  

  Now if only I could obtain pictures from St Patty's Day, I would be set.

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