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Monday, September 28, 2009

Mama Mia, What an Evening!

As you may recall in my last post I was about to entertain the Vice President and his wife, Dr. Biden, for an evening at the theatre. Let me share with you my evening.


I was gearing up all day to meet the Biden's. I met with the Secret Service to go over the entire building and choreograph their entrances, exits, and emergencies escape pods. (Ok well they didn't have those but they might as well have)! Anyway, they leave and I go back to the office to round out my day before heading back to the theatre to meet them again at 6:15.

Ok, I need to interject for a second. I began writing this post over a week ago and then failed to finish it...so I'm going to do so now and then proceed to post another entry because there have been developments in my celibacy streak...more to come.

Alright, back to the Biden's. So I head back to the theatre to meet the Secret Service Agent...who, by the way, was hot! We go over the plan again and I have been tasked with closing the loading dock door once the Biden's were in. After which I was to enter the theatre and await to be introduced before taking them to their seats.

I had one job to do. ONE job....and I fucked it up.

Apparently there isn't just one open/close panel but two. The one I saw was inside the loading dock next to the door. So I'm thinking "I'll press the close button, the door will come down and all will be right with the world." The car pulls up with the motorcade and the parks in the loading dock. I get the signal from the hot SS agent and push the button. The button I have just pushed activated the metal door above my head, not the one to the outside. I quickly press stop and frantically look at the SS agent who's telling me its inside and half yelling/watching over the VP and Dr. Biden. I begin to freak out, quickly look around inside for another panel to close the loading dock door and eventually find it hidden behind the propped door.

Needless to say, matters of national security should not be placed in my hands. Ever. Again.

To wrap up, I meet the Biden's (super nice) and take them to their seats. After the show I escorted them backstage to meet with my bosses for a photo op and Helen Mirren and Dominic Cooper were waiting backstage as well. I was pleasantly taken aback and standing amidst all of these people. It was quite a surreal moment but amazing. To top it all off I also met Amanda Seyfried who happened to fly in to see Dominic. Yes, folks, they are dating.

It was funny...she was dressed all in black and I thought she was just another backstage crew person approaching the Vice Pres with Dominic. I was about to be like "back the fuck off bitch" when the VP's assistant turns and asks me if that was the girl from Mama Mia. I did a double take and was like Oh Em Gee. It is. She came over to stand next to me while photos were being taken. I shook her hand and we had a pleasant conversation about her visit to the white house earlier that day. I wanted to ask her if she had any upcoming projects we can look forward too, say something like "Jennifer's Body 2: The Angry Vagina?" but I refrained.

So that's my story about how I met the VP and almost caused a national security crisis :)

JJ

Monday, September 21, 2009

"Practice your curtsy for the Queen..."

Ok folks, I've been missing in action before just as I've been missing in action now. Slap my wrist, spank my ass and call me a sloot. Well, don't really call me a sloot; goodness knows if that was the reason I haven't been writing then you should be rejoicing. Instead I've been completely engrossed in work for the past month and haven't found the time nor the energy to write about anything worth reading. I don't do boring and, hopefully, neither do you. Unless of course you enjoy many quiet evenings at home with your cat and your newly purchased pumps from Target that you acquired at the same time as your monthly tampon supply and potting soil!

Anyway...work. As boring as that is to most of you, I have a different experience. In the past month I've worked Shakespeare Theatre's Free for All (amazing), put together a 20 year history slide show of the company using Mac programs that I had no familiarity with (enlightening), met Helen Mirren and Dominic Cooper (breathtaking and tingle inducing), and am now gearing up for escorting the Biden's around (kind of really cool). I have to take the perks where I can get them and I've been told that I name drop a lot. To my defense, not having a boyfriend, sex life, or prospects of any kind this is all I got so take it bitches or leave it :)

I believe, in my last post, that I stated I was going celibate and have stayed true to that. I mentioned, or maybe I didn't that I wasn't going to go to a gay bar as long as possible. Well, that didn't last very long BUT I've stayed true to not putting myself out there and trying to meet people. I'm still a lonely guy but I'm still focusing on fixing myself and getting my life back to a place that I can be at ease about.

I did have a small slip but, I think a good one. I sent The Ex a facebook message. Pathetic, I know...but part of me needed to do it to get the final say. If you know me well enough you'll know that I always have the last word whether I'm wrong or right in the situation. So yeah, I sent him a message explaining that I'm tying a bookend to certain parts of my life. I wrote it expecting one of 3 things: 1. Getting a response in the positive. "I miss you. I was stupid. Let's have coffee and talk about this. 2. A thank you for my honesty and words, however, nothing has changed for me. and 3. Nothing at all.

Let's all guess what my response was. Oh, come one. Its not that difficult and I can't be made to feel any less or more than what I've already set my mind to...soooo guess.

It was 3. Nothing. Nada. Thanks for playing. Don't come again. Go away. All of the above.

For a hot second I was pretty torn up about it. Then I realized the reason I sent the message in the first place. It wasn't to illicit a response. It was to get all that I wanted off my chest and finally get the fuck on with my life. In retrospect I'm glad there wasn't a response. It finally proved to me that nothing is going to change on that end, and even though I still love the idea of the life I had when I "thought" I was happy is gone and isn't coming back. And you know what, I'm better off for it. I've seen The Ex since and I thought I would want to throw up in my mouth but I was OK. Shocking. I think the thing that bothers me now that I didn't realize before, is that I don't miss The Ex, I miss the idea of what I had with him and what I was looking for constantly over the past year and a half.

Its time to stop looking for Mr. Right and start living life.

I may be half in the bottle right now typing this but, isn't that what blogging is about. To dump one's thoughts and emotions into writing in hopes that you'll get it all off your chest. Well, friends, its working. My life is turning a corner and I'm ready.

On a side note Grey's Anatomy starts this week, I'm moving in to a new place closer to work, and I'm setting goals and reaching them. Am I still lonely? Of course. I haven't met one person that is single that doesn't think about that perfect relationship. I don't ask for a lot but I won't compromise on what I want. Get on board, or get out of my way. I suggest you do the same. Time is against us, gay or straight, but it doesn't have to be an uphill battle. Find meaning in things that make you happy and change the things that you can.

If its one thing I've learned the past year and a half, is that people come and go as quickly as a one night stand; but, in the grand scheme of it all it doesn't have to rule your life or how you live it.

Here's to better postings about the season to come. I can feel the Fall fashions of leggings, eskimo boots, and inappropriately worn scarves coming to fruition. Watch out. No one is safe. Including Straight Lady and the recently discovered, knock-off version of pink Crocs I found in her car.

I know, sinful.

Just Jack