Sir, May I Have Another?

Over the past twelve years, off and on, I have worked as a cater-waiter.  That's a waiter who works for a catering service.  

No, I've never done the restaurant waiter thing, but that's because I don't think I'd remember what dish went to whom.  However, the cater-waiter thing I've done even when I had "regular" jobs.  

The gigs have taken me into some of the most beautiful settings I've ever seen (e.g., Denzel Washington's house, Michael Eisner's house, Eli Broad's house, etc.).  

They've introduced me to some of the richest, most famous and interesting people on this planet (e.g., Bill Clinton, Steven Spielberg, George H. W. Bush, etc.).  

And they have more than paid a bill or two. Suffice it to say that when I finally move on to an endeavor that pays me handsomely and fulfills my truest professional desires, I'll look back on cater-waitering with a smile.  

'Cause, in all honesty, it hasn't been too bad.  

Not too bad at all. 

Love it! Hands Down!

Can't get this song off my mind!  Nor out of my ears!  LOVE it!!!!  HANDS DOWN!  Haa!!  :)

A Room With A View---of Christmas

I have never really decorated any of the apartments I've lived in during the Christmas holiday.  And I don't know why I haven't because I love a beautifully decorated room as much as the next man.  Christmas just makes me feel sooooo warm & cozy!  So, it's high time my place illustrate that feeling!!!  High time!

What A Card

Well, I've gotten all my Christmas cards out!  Mailed 18 of 'em this morning.  The card has a beautiful snow man on the cover, decked out in glitter!!!  Yeah, those kinds of cards are messy but look dang nice!!!!  After I send the last two, special cards I'm done!  Those two go to kids.  My godson and his brother.  And, in those, I always include a dollar or two.  It has taken me this long to figure out that I shouldn't spend much time selecting their cards 'cause all they undoubtedly care about is the money!  So, a 99 cents card is just fine!!!  Haaa!

Never As Good As The First Time

SADE sang it better than I can tell it.  It's never as good as the first time, she said.  And, more oftentimes than not, she's right.  I've been a fan of Sex And The City since it's inception.  I used to love sittin' on the couch in Brooklyn, watching these New York chicks live lives that were tangible.  I mean, I could actually see and touch their sorrows and joys.  The first film was a hoot for me.  There were a couple of really touching moments that brought me back to the theater at least three times to see them again and again.  I didn't go to the theater to see part two.  And I didn't because nothing about its trailer looked interesting.  And, of course, word of mouth wasn't good, either.  Last night, my friend, Donald, ordered the movie on cable and I watched.  More than a couple of times I wanted to get up and leave.  But I didn't.  I stayed the course because I believe in these girls.  Or...so I used to.  The sequel was meaningless.  Period.  Style over substance.  Not one time did I feel anything for the leads except disappointment.  How could the bigwigs behind this venture lose their way?  How?  Honestly, if I wanted to go see an event that featured shoes and clothing over human connection, I'd go to a fashion show.  Or to a mall.  I suspect there'll never be another Sex And The City film since this one did so poorly at the box office.  However, if there is, I hope they go back to making the film about people.  Real people.  Insecure people.  Loving people.  Beautiful people with a reason for living other than consuming.  That's the movie I want to see.  'Cause that's the television show I fell in love with.

47 & Counting!!!

Every day I listen to Five For Fighting's song, 100 Years.  It makes me feel great!  And it makes me feel PRESSURED!  Pressured because it states that we've got a hundred years to live.  If so, I've got 53 years left ('cause I'll be 47 next week).  And I've still got sooooo many things to do before I go!  Soooo many!  No time like the PRESENT to do 'em, right?  Okay, that said, I gotta go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Sometimes You Win...

I want very much to help a young actor I know get his foot in a door or two.  So, I arranged for him to be seen by a casting director who is searching for the replacement for the lead in the cable series, SPARTACUS.  The actor had to self-tape his audition and be extra-careful to perform his audition, using an authentic-sounding, British accent.  Well, his finished product arrived to me today and, although he didn't sound like a true Brit, I still applaud him for his hard work and dedication to the assignment.  The casting director didn't like his accent nor his performance, so he won't be going any further with the project.  However, I'm still happy for him.  And proud of him for saying he wanted something and actually doing the work to achieve it!  That's rare follow-through in this day and age.  And I know, 'cause I'm guilty of not always completely what I start in a timely fashion my dang self!  There'll be other auditions and, based upon his work ethic on this project, I'll happily help him when I can.  I say a job well done!