I have gone from rags to riches right back to rags. This week has been terrible for sales. It is the first week of the month, the first week after a major holiday and it's Hanukkah...all of these are bad things for comedy ticket sales and they are all happening at once.
I have money to eat I just don't know how I'm going to scratch together enough money to get home on the 12. Cross your fingers that next week is a better sales week and I pop back up to where I was last week.
On Tuesday my manager and friend (not two different people, one guy who is both of those things) asked me to go out on the town with him. I said sure and had a VERY interesting evening. He paid for all my drinks which added up to about five martinis, four shots ( I think) and four beers...I hadn't been that intoxicated in a long time.
The first bar we went to we made a bartender cry. She begged us to come drink at her bar because she was the only one there. She told us about her crappy boyfriend and my buddy left for about five minutes and came back with a thing of flowers. He said "on behalf of men everywhere I'm sorry the next one will be better" and she just starts to cry.
We than get kicked out of a bar because my friend and the bar tender of that place...lets just say she is crazy and he is intolerant of crazy. I got to hang out with a couple comedians that I know and enjoy and I got to break up a small altercation between my buddy and some coked out asshole.
I'm being vague because I don't want any debauchery involving my friend to be published on the off chance that it would make him look bad so you will have to forgive me.
At the end of the night he piled me into a cab, I went home and lost my breakfast lunch and dinner all over my fire escape.
Yesterday was my 90th day in New York. One of my friends from work was having a shitty day and my friend Lindsey was having a birthday party so I consolidated my friend responsibilities. I took Mike to Lindsey's party, arranged for him to get a couple drinks and let him loose to find some female companionship which he was able to find in the form of a fairly aggressive cougar...poor Mike didn't have a chance.
I got to hang out with friends, drink, enjoy the night and celebrate both Lindsey's birthday and my 3rd month on the same night. It was pretty fantastic.
I also did my first romantic scene the other day. I was doing a favor for some college students who's actors bailed on them. I always hear mixed things about romantic scenes, but really it wasn't any different than doing any other scene. The physical blocking is different obviously but when you are on set (at least for me) a stage kiss is just a stage kiss, in "actor world" it is non verbal dialogue.
I was lucky enough to be doing this scene with someone I know, trust and who respects the relationship I have with my woman. I also learned a few things and got a nice shot for my reel.
A couple days ago my landlord told me he needed me out of the apartment by Tuesday. So I have packed up all of my things and am moving in with some friends from Brooklyn for a little bit. The women I am staying with are so very kind and I'm lucky to have them as friends.
I just packed all my things and remembered my first night in this room. Yeah it was a shit hole but it was my shit hole. It was my first place I have ever lived in New York (leaved meaning paid rent for the place and not just couch surfing).
I still think it is a shit hole but I am going to look back at my time in this apartment fondly.
I am still aiming to be home by the 12th so be prepared for a phone call everyone.
See you in Brooklyn readers.
I love you all
KH-
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