Rocky Nostalgia

The whirlwind is nearly over. I have been bouncing whither and tither since I've been here. It's been nearly a week since I've been home. I haven't shaved for about that long, I am thinking I might as well grow a beard at this point. I went to see Casino Royale with my parents tonight. Rocky Balboa showed up on the previews. There was a scene that showed the restuarant set that I played in way back. It was my first getaway work experience. It was a great time fooling people with a Southern accent and fake stories, playing cards, staying in a different city and of course making fun of people. I might just go to see this movie to look, in that one quick scence, at myself back then as if I was kind of someone else.

I thought maybe I would have received a phone call or email while I was here from a friend, being it Thanksgiving and all. But I didn't. The ball was left in his court so to speak. But he's made his choice apparently, so I guess that means that differences can't be set aside. It's just too bad.

I'm catching the 11am train tomorrow and 2 1/2 hours later I'll be back to my little underground studio, catching up on the life I left behind last week.

p.s. Funnest time being home: drunken air hockey. Okay, so I was the only drunk, I was still virtually unstoppable, somewhat like a juggernaut, and alcohol was my inertia. Okay this was like 5 minutes ago, and I am really still pretty drunk. Which allows me to say i think in another life, where i was orphaned and I didn't really care about anybody i think i could make a great double agent. I have intellegence and with training and a personal trainer i could certainly be lethal. I'm not crazy about martinis, so a more simplistic screwdriver would be my drink. But nonetheless i would be a keen operative agent and I would serve England well.