Week 27: Guitar Heroes, Desperados, Sopranos

This week’s trip was a one day turnaround so I got spend some time Saturday afternoon running errands and having lunch with my driver. We had some time between our errands and that night’s Desperados game so I did the most productive thing – I played Guitar Hero for 2 hours.

We’re huge arena football fans and have Desperados season tickets for the last 2 seasons. So when I saw the Saturday game on the calendar, I knew I would have to take the Sunday only trip, but it was wroth it as the Desperados won a high scoring affair, 80-79 when Colston Weatherington sacked the New Orleans QB on 2 point conversion attempt on the last play of the game. The Desperados are a record tying 13-1 with lowly New York coming to town next week. Unfortunately, I will be out of town for my friend John’s wedding and will miss the game. Fortunately for me, the wedding is in beautiful Santa Fe, New Mexico.

After the game, we went home and had to figure out the next several weekends of travel for another wedding and some events here. Before I knew it, I didn’t get to bed until 2:20 am.

Today started earlier than I wanted…I woke up at 6:00 am and was at Gate 21A at 7:00 for 7:45 flight. I have the ability to fall asleep effortlessly anywhere. When I was a kid, I would fall asleep before the car was out of the neighborhood. I don’t know if it’s the movement that soothes me, or the fact I only slept about 4 hours the night before, but today’s flight out was one long nap for me. I had some time between my arrival and class so I grabbed breakfast and wandered around the Hollywood & Highland complex.

Class continues to be an incredible environment. Craig make it super safe and allows for complete collaboration. Of course, being with these people for almost the last year, we’re so comfortable with each other that we can bring constructive criticisms or offer suggestions to sketch ideas and there’s no problem.

This week’s homework was to identify a social situation that frustrates me. I was reminded of a conversation with my friend Maria and settled on when you go to the grocery store and you’re asked to donate $1. What if I don’t choose to donate? Does that mean I have to take guff from the cashier? Like my only charitable effort is the $1 I gave for homeless chimps with scalp cancer. Puh-lease. So I had Ellen and Stephanie improvise the scene based on some scene beats I gave them and it turned out funnier than I expected so thank you ladies.

Once class ended, it was the Sunday race to LAX and it’s the same thing every Sunday – leave class, return car to Hertz, then catch the shuttle to LAX, grab a sandwich and try to go stand by for 5:20 flight. My success rate has been pretty good so far, and today was no different. I enjoyed my turkey brioche (French word for sub sandwich) and caught up on reading during the flight.

The thing that stood out to me as weird, or maybe unusual, was the couple sitting next to me on Row 10 (2 rows from 1st class and the bathroom – keep that in mind). Everything seemed perfectly fine until the guy, who was sitting in the middle seat next to me with his wife on the aisle, disappeared for quite some time. I didn’t think too much about it until I realized that almost an entire episode of “Two and a Half Men” had played on the in-flight entertainment, “CBS Eye on American”. The guy came back holding a plastic bag and he tried to sit as perfectly still as possible with his eyes closed and a bad look on his face. If I could have sat out on the wing I would have. I had one eye on ESPN the Magazine and the other on my new friend Chuck. By my unofficial count, Chuck got up a total of 6 times to rush to the bathroom and had to be puking during the flight. His wife was completely unfazed by his obvious intestinal strife. Must not be newlyweds.

I just got home to take care of some general bookkeeping and then I’m going to watch the Sopranos (update: WTF was that?!).

Miles Traveled: 2,470
Total Miles: 66,690

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