This Is Your Life

It sometimes still boggles my mind. 

I am returning to Philly this weekend for the holidays, and I will be grabbing drinks with my college buddies Saturday night.  I will be hanging out with a teacher, a state working, an investment banker, and an accountant. My cousin Melissa’s first kid was born last week.  People I know are engaged, married, and starting families. 

And then there’s me.  From those people, I have chosen an inherently different path.  I take weekend trips to New York City simply to celebrate a birthday.  I go clothes shopping with a semi-famous musician.  I will be spending a Sunday night getting drunk with a few of my best friends in a small Eastern Pennsylvania town that’s known for the hi-jinks which happen there on a daily basis. 

It’s pretty amazing.

I had only one dream from the moment I entered high school: to work in the film industry.  I sidestepped that a bit and got into reality TV, but close enough.  I lived that dream before I graduated college.  Everything from there on out was, and still is, a bonus.  I have met people I thought were unapproachable, I go drinking with people who are from all over the world, I have to opportunity to wear cut-off jeans to work everyday and it’s acceptable.  I get shit from people in my office if I decide to wear sneakers instead of flip-flops to the office. 

My weekend:

I hit up a happy hour with a friend from Santa Cruz who's cousin grew up best friends with my roommate.  In the past, I would have looked thru my small town beer goggles  and tell you that such a connection was impossible.

I hung out with two very RAD females, a pro-surfer, the DJ from House Of Pain, and a short, chubby comedian, and together we pull a prank involving the destruction of a $5000 “tobacco waterpipe” on Melrose Ave., well, that’s bullshit.  I get paid for this? Come on.

Dirty Penny stayed in my apartment.  A throwback hair band who are totally legit, and amazing musicians, and great friends spent two days at my place.  We drank until 3:00 AM Thursday.  I got to see them play at the legendary Whiskey A Go-Go on Hollywood Blvd. Friday.  I got put on the guest list to see Dirty Penny at the Whiskey A Go-Go.  We partied like rock stars until 7:00 AM, slept for five hours, got up and continued drinking. 

My life is pretty awesome. All friends alike.  I just mention the above situations with larger than life accomplices because they are larger than life.  But don’t get me wrong.  My “normal” friends are pretty epic too.  Both industry and college alike.

I don’t know where I’m going with this.  Just had a great weekend.  That’s all.  

Can you hear me scream (SCREAM)… Can you hear me shout (SHOUT)…