Everybody's Working for the Weekend
Or in my case, working THROUGH the weekend. Which isn't nearly as fun.
Wednesday night, I went to a great animation event hosted by Jill Gilbert at the Beauty Bar in Hollywood. Spent most of the night hanging out with writers Holly, Cate, Joelle, and Craig - and one of my managers, Eddie. Met a very cool actress who does voices on one of the most under-rated shows on television, Emperor's New School. The Beauty Bar gets loud, though. You can't hear anything if you're talking in a group of three or more.
My favorite part of big events like this is when you're looking around the room to see who else is there? And then you accidentally make eye contact with someone who's doing the exact same thing you are? It gets much worse when the person you've accidentally make eye contact with keeps looking over at you to see if they know you. There was one woman who kept... LOOKING at me. And then later I'd look around and she'd be... LOOKING at me. In this situation, I should have just walked over and introduced myself. But she just kept LOOKING at me. I suppose a normal person in my situation would've been a little freaked out. As it was, I was a lot freaked out.
Sunday night, I played in my first ice hockey game of the season. Playing again at Pickwick in Burbank. First game's just a pre-season game - doesn't count in the standings. Our team didn't have enough subs, while the other team was fully stocked. The game didn't count and we were all exhausted, so midway through the game, our captain decided to mix up positions and make us all play out of position. So I ended up having to play defense.
How was my experience playing out of position? Well, I don't want to toot my own horn, but let me tell you, if I could skate backwards without falling down and hurting myself? I could play defense. Maybe. In this league. The lowest skill level league. Here in Southern California. Where it doesn't snow. If I could skate backwards.
Anyways, it's strange playing a game where you don't care about the outcome, while the other team is trying REALLY HARD to win. I'm chuckling, chatting with my teammates, screwing around... while the guys on the other team are giving 110% and ready to give blood in the name of victory. I swear, they celebrated each goal like their lives depended on it.
Okay, I better get back to work. I have to get a little bit ahead since I've got ice hockey and martial arts later this week, then the L.A. Kings pre-season games at Staples Center, and then Frozen Fury in Las Vegas in two weeks.
And since I don't want to bring my laptop with me to Vegas, I better get back to work.
Wednesday night, I went to a great animation event hosted by Jill Gilbert at the Beauty Bar in Hollywood. Spent most of the night hanging out with writers Holly, Cate, Joelle, and Craig - and one of my managers, Eddie. Met a very cool actress who does voices on one of the most under-rated shows on television, Emperor's New School. The Beauty Bar gets loud, though. You can't hear anything if you're talking in a group of three or more.
My favorite part of big events like this is when you're looking around the room to see who else is there? And then you accidentally make eye contact with someone who's doing the exact same thing you are? It gets much worse when the person you've accidentally make eye contact with keeps looking over at you to see if they know you. There was one woman who kept... LOOKING at me. And then later I'd look around and she'd be... LOOKING at me. In this situation, I should have just walked over and introduced myself. But she just kept LOOKING at me. I suppose a normal person in my situation would've been a little freaked out. As it was, I was a lot freaked out.
Sunday night, I played in my first ice hockey game of the season. Playing again at Pickwick in Burbank. First game's just a pre-season game - doesn't count in the standings. Our team didn't have enough subs, while the other team was fully stocked. The game didn't count and we were all exhausted, so midway through the game, our captain decided to mix up positions and make us all play out of position. So I ended up having to play defense.
How was my experience playing out of position? Well, I don't want to toot my own horn, but let me tell you, if I could skate backwards without falling down and hurting myself? I could play defense. Maybe. In this league. The lowest skill level league. Here in Southern California. Where it doesn't snow. If I could skate backwards.
Anyways, it's strange playing a game where you don't care about the outcome, while the other team is trying REALLY HARD to win. I'm chuckling, chatting with my teammates, screwing around... while the guys on the other team are giving 110% and ready to give blood in the name of victory. I swear, they celebrated each goal like their lives depended on it.
Okay, I better get back to work. I have to get a little bit ahead since I've got ice hockey and martial arts later this week, then the L.A. Kings pre-season games at Staples Center, and then Frozen Fury in Las Vegas in two weeks.
And since I don't want to bring my laptop with me to Vegas, I better get back to work.
posted by Eugene at 2:43 AM
2 Comments:
Euge,
That girl wasn't looking at you. Seriously.
You misunderstand. It wasn't some hot girl checking me out. This woman had MONSTROUS eyebrows that completed blotted out her tiny tiny eyes - they made her look really angry.
In short, if you'd seen what she looked like? Yeah - she was looking at me...
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