Oh yeah

How could I forget?

I booked my first professional movie. :)

Yeah, it's as an extra. Yeah, it's nonunion. But I did have to go get fitted for a costume. It's five days of work, on a film with some really big names. :) Not completely sure what I'll be doing, but it sounds as if it should be really interesting.

I'll let you know how it goes.

What's the Time...?

Or...

Children are Sticky

or...

The Fabulous Life of...

or...

Oh my god, it hurts

These were all titles of posts I meant to write. I have some updating to do, if you haven't noticed.

My week in L.A. was a ton of fun, and I should have posted every day, there was always a story to tell. But I was on vacation, and I was watching children, so no dice.

I was out there with my sister and her family. There's a 4 month old nephew ou tthere I have to imprint myself on, so my trip was to L.A. when it's really #$%^in hot. By far, I had the most painless flight out ever, and immediately passed ouot on arrival. This has less to do with fatigue than a jet lag survival mechanism. This time, however, it did not work. I was out of sorts that whole week. I've been back for five days and just now I'm getting my sh!t together. Getting old has its disadvantages. (this is the first half of the reason I chose the title for the post...keep reading)

The children were fun. Well, sort of. Don't get me wrong, they're two handsome boys, one 2 and the other an infant, but Nephew the Elder is in something called the Terrible Twos (I didn't think that was REAL) and Nephew the Younger apparently has more lung in his body than anything else. That kid could CRY. I was heartily impressed. I made sure to push my sister and brother in law out the door as often as possible cause really, how often do they get to go out on their own? You could see the hesitation at times. Can't blame her, we did grow up together. So I said, "What are they gonna do, cry at me? I'm bigger." See, uncles heartstrings are harder to pull. When it was bedtime, it was bedtime. Diapers were fun. By fun I mean not fun at all. Oh, and the trick to quieteing any kid down is the Disney movie about the fish. You can play it ad nauseam and they never get tired. Just like when I was a kid and HBO played Red Dawn five times a day. (Woooolveriiines...)

One night I got to go out with my fabulous friend Sharon. We had dinner in Studio City then hit Katana, where the beautiful people are. She's a ton of fun and a workhorse so if her headshot crosses your desk, use her.

The next day we went to the beach and I found out something about sunblock. Or at least incorrectly applied sunblock. I burned to the color of an angry tomato. This knocked me out for two days, which gave me enough time to burn through the last of the Harry Potter books, so now I can exorcise him from my life, until the next movie comes out. My sister used some of my downtime to leave me and the kids and go to some L.A. blogging parties. She's a blogger of some notoriety here.

My last full day we were just lounging around in the morning when she said her husband had volunteered to take the boys, so we could go out my last night in town. Cool, we said, then thought of almost nothing to do, until she was perusing the paper and said, "Hey, the Beastie Boys are playing tonight. You like them don't you?"

And that, my friends, was what time it was. Time to get...(oh yes)...Ill. Fantastic seats at the Greek Theatre, a wonderful place to see any show. Thousands of thirtysomethings singing along to Paul Revere, the Maestro, Intergalactic Planetary, Sabotage, and all you're favorites. Finally, after all these visits, I had a celebrity-ish sighting in the crowd, but who cared? My sister who likes them but is a bit less versed in Beastie lore had an amazing time watching all the sarcastic coolly apathetic L.A. hipsters go nuts.

And I missed my flight home. Not my fault, but missed nonetheless. To make up for it, the first half was first class. Not a bad deal.

You might be wondering where I've been. Why I haven't posted. You might be wondering if I care anymore. Well, I do. The simple fact is that I've had next to nothing to write about for you dear readers.

The Summer Wedding Marathon of '07 is officially over, thank Croesus. I'm heading out today to L.A. for a week to visit my sister and nephews. Good times. I just wish I was more rested. With work and all the other crap that's been the majority of my summer I would have preferred a cabin in the woods. Hell, a cave would do.

With broad-band access, of course.