i accidentally did a crappy thing to a friend last night. Fuck it. He'll go his way. I'll go mine. let the friend experiment come to a close.
It was never a good idea anyway.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
This Amazing Thing
This amazing thing happened to me tonight: I met this guy, a friend of a bosses's buddy from that time with the thing... and he was totally lovely and thought I was funny and enchanting and told me I should write. Comedy. Yea. What?
This gent, this guy who has gone and lived, is the lover of an actor, is a hair older than my parents, is advising me to do some writing samples for an existing sitcom.
We're all standing around a barbeque pit and speaking extempore about ourselves and I'm playing the part of the funny interesting girl who smiles and talks a lot. I find a rhythm. The plays I make are quick and quippy, but I keep it complimentary and I keep myself open. And somehow, for just a moment, I'm charming everyone.
Keeping that in mind I'm just going to riff for a while...
A: (to his best friend who has just physically fallen down after totally underwhelming the woman he was chatting up) So you're having an off night, yea?
B: The thing you have to know about me is, I'm charming. Goofy is charming, awkward is charming. I'm a charming guy. I've got her exactly where I need her to be.
A: and where's that...? the buffet table between the Alaskan crab puffs and the guy who looks like the President of the Handsome Men Society?
B: This is why I hated you when we were kids.
A: You didn't hate me, I hated you, Skippy McFalldown. Come on, I'll buy ya a beer.
Rough, right? Needs editting. " guy who looks like the President of the Handsome Men Society?" needs to be shorter. But, it was fun and it took me a few minutes to do. I might could do this, for no other reason than to keep the synapses firing. who knows?
This gent, this guy who has gone and lived, is the lover of an actor, is a hair older than my parents, is advising me to do some writing samples for an existing sitcom.
We're all standing around a barbeque pit and speaking extempore about ourselves and I'm playing the part of the funny interesting girl who smiles and talks a lot. I find a rhythm. The plays I make are quick and quippy, but I keep it complimentary and I keep myself open. And somehow, for just a moment, I'm charming everyone.
Keeping that in mind I'm just going to riff for a while...
A: (to his best friend who has just physically fallen down after totally underwhelming the woman he was chatting up) So you're having an off night, yea?
B: The thing you have to know about me is, I'm charming. Goofy is charming, awkward is charming. I'm a charming guy. I've got her exactly where I need her to be.
A: and where's that...? the buffet table between the Alaskan crab puffs and the guy who looks like the President of the Handsome Men Society?
B: This is why I hated you when we were kids.
A: You didn't hate me, I hated you, Skippy McFalldown. Come on, I'll buy ya a beer.
Rough, right? Needs editting. " guy who looks like the President of the Handsome Men Society?" needs to be shorter. But, it was fun and it took me a few minutes to do. I might could do this, for no other reason than to keep the synapses firing. who knows?
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