Yes, and...ROCKETSHIP!

It's Sunday, 5 Am. A good day indeed. Let's go back a few hours.

Today was gorgeous. Weather. Amazing. More like that please, God? Cool. Thanks. I however worked all day, which is fine. I made some good money. I also was told by many of my tables that I was a good waiter. AWESOME! One person stuck out in particular. This girl asked me if I had ever heard of this one author and a book. I said no, to which she replied, "I think you would like it." Pretty bold, considering the basis of our knowledge of each other is "Hi, welcome to Chili's. My name is Colin and I will be serving you a steak." I asked her why she thought I'd like it and she said it was because I was good at my job, and that's what the book is about. I don't get it, but I'm pretty sure there was a compliment in there. I thanked her and asked her to write the book on the check so I can look it up. She did, with a note that said, "Good luck in your career." MY CAREER?!?! Um...no! I will never have being a waiter be my career. EVER!

Tonight was great. I got home from work a little after midnight. After being on my feet for 12 straight hours I decided to go over to my friend Tara's house, because she was having a party. I went, and had so much fun. She is in a show called Frat which has come out of improv workshops. A lot of the cast and crew and directors and producers were there, and it was great meeting them and chatting it up. It felt great to be at a party where there were so many awesome people with great stories about why they were there. It is always inspiring when I meet people like that who have the same aspirations and such great back stories. It was one of those moments where I knew that this is what I want to do. These are my people. These are the creators of art. The backbone of the theatre, in all aspects. Time flew, and I walked home on a beautiful, cool Chicago night happy listening to music. A great feeling.

Now I must sleep. Katy's Ma and Sis are here and we are exploring Chicago tomorrow (I think). I need my beauty sleep. Also, I get to see Haley in like 30 something hours. I am so excited.

From my cozy apartment,
CB

She Was a Working Girl...

A confession: I have a problem. I don't think I'm the only one in America who has it, but I admit that I have a problem. Here I go (deep breathe...)

When I go grocery shopping, I always want to go out for food immediately after.

Wow, feels good to get that off my chest. It must be from exhaustion of shopping, but there is nothing more I want than to enjoy a burger from Salt and Pepper, or a Jimmy John sandwich, or (in yesterday's case) a Chipotle burrito. As I went into the Chipotle, I was greeted by a short, middle age hispanic woman who asked what type of burrito I wanted. Now I am usually a creature of habit, so immediately said steak, but as she was about to put it on, my inner dialogue said, "TRY SOMETHING NEW! BE SPONTANEOUS! QUICK!" So I shouted, "CHICKEN!" She kind of laughed and looked at me, and I reassured her by nodding and saying (this time for calmly), "Chicken." As she's putting on the chicken she asks, "Would you like to have both?" I thought this was brilliant! Best of both worlds. I knew I was about to eat the best burrito EVER! I nodded for it, and as she's putting on the steak she says, "It'll only be 2 dollars extra." I was shocked, this lady played me....good. I had no choice but to pay, because I'm not going to yell at a middle-aged woman for upselling a burrito.

Moral of the story:
Make a burrito at home, and if you must go out, beware of being taken advantage of by short, middle-aged hispanic women.

From my cozy apartment,
CB

You Put the "Rat" in Pirate.

What what?!  Two updates in a week!?  Impossible, you say?! Nay, tis true.  

So as I mentioned in the last post, work is going...well, bad.  I'm not getting scheduled as often, and have more time to do more leisurely things with my time.  Unfortunately, that has meant laying in bed until sun down watching TV shows on hulu.com and abusing facebook.  No more.  After laying in bed rewatching Weeds online, I have decided to start doing more constructive things.  For example, I am in the first steps of writing a show with a high school friend in New York (she's a friend from high school, not a person who is still in high school).  After weeks of procrastination, I have sent her the e-mail that will start this beautiful process called "being funny on paper" (technical term). 

What else shall I do?  Well, I am glad you asked.  I next will need to write a letter to my student loan people saying, "Hey!  I'm poor!  Please let me pay in July, not now!"  Hopefully it will go through.  The thing I am most excited about is starting to get my lesson plan together.  Wait a minute, I'm a waiter, not a teacher!  Oh, but how lucky am I?  My high school is flying me out to Tulsa for a few days to teach an improv workshop with the high school students, hopefully planting a seed in them that I was lucky enough to receive there, and they will get up and start a team.  I am so excited to do this, since improv is a passion, nay, calling of mine, and I can't wait to spread it to others.  I have been paying attention and keeping note of what I have learned here, as well as asked my amigo Collin A. (that's Mr. A for anyone at Cooper Middle School) to help me come up with a list of games.  I have been looking forward to this for months.

So as I lay on my bed, drinking my cup of coffee and brainstorming games I will teach these kids, I am thinking of how lucky I am.  Even though I complain about my job, I am very lucky to have the people I do in my life.  Talking on the phone to my Mr. A., coming up with silly movie ideas with Katy, playing guitar over aim to my amazing girlfriend Haley, ahh, I am so lucky!

Tonight I have class.  I get to learn and do what I am put on this earth to do.  I am drinking coffee and listening to music.  I am wearing wool socks.  I am texting Haley.  I am writing a lesson plan.   Sundays are my favorite days...

From my cozy apartment,

CB