eyedrops : CHECK
toothbrush : CHECK
meds : CHECK
contact supplies : CHECK
one dollar bill : CHECK
clean pair of socks : CHECK
alright, off to Biloxi for some gamblin’

Thursday night, myself and Matt went to Biloxi for a night of gambling. We left Atlant at about 4pm and arrived at the casino around 10pm. I hit the hold ‘em table and won a hundred dollars in about 30 minutes. Matt wasn’t so lucky. twice. Then on to the blackjack table where we ran shoes(that’s an industry term) for about 3 hours. The rollercoaster ride left me up 300 dollars in the end. When they closed the table we moved on to another. Let’s just say our luck had run out. I went down to 200 bux and decided it was time to walk away. In the end, we both walked away with a couple hundred dollars each and some life lessons.

So apparently I’m not the only guy who goes on a 7 hour bender on New Years Eve only to wind up tackling a Christmas tree.

Kiefer Sutherland (as reported by the Sunday Mirror) was laid flat-out on his back on the floor of a hotel lobby after a marathon booze bender with pals.
(Just like me)

Moments earlier Sunday Mirror reporters watched in amazement as he charged into a 12ft Christmas tree, sending it crashing to the floor.
(Just like me – except at someone’s house)
The party was finally called off at 5.30am by hotel security – when guests starting arriving for BREAKFAST.
(Just like me)

The Sunday Mirror reporters met up with Kiefer on Thursday evening at London’s trendy Borderline club for a gig by rock singer Rocco Deluca, who he’s managing.

Kiefer took a shine to Sunday Mirror reporter Emily when he literally bumped into her at the show. He apologized, saying: “I’m so sorry, so, so, sorry.”

Later our reporters joined him and his crew where the drinking REALLY began.

He and his band ordered in tray after tray of whisky, beer, gin and wine – all on the star’s bill.

Filled with a little too much festive spirit, Kiefer pulled Emily towards him to show off his latest tattoo – a string of mystic symbols on the inside of his forearm. “Sit down and take a look,” he slurred. “It says ‘I trust you to kill me’. It’s the name of Rocco’s new album. To me that also means ‘F**k you’ – there’s a lot of disrespect bound up in it.”

At 2am bar staff refused to serve any more alcohol. Undaunted, Kiefer persuaded management to let them loose in the lobby.

He ordered yet more booze on room service, then staggered around the entrance hall, entertaining pals with a bizarre, flailing breakdancing routine.
(I’m sure I’ve done that at some point)

It was then that a huge Christmas tree caught his eye.
(Just like me)

“I hate that fucking Christmas tree,” he declared. “The tree HAS to come down.”
(Just like me)
Kiefer warned staff: “I’m smashing it – can I pay for it?” A staff member replied: “I’m absolutely sure you can, sir.”
(Not like me – I didn’t warn anyone. That tree just had to be tackled)

He then hurled himself into the Norwegian Spruce, sending baubles and lights crashing to the ground. Pulling pine needles out of his hair and t-shirt, he said to a hotel employee: “Ooh sorry about that…you’re so cool. This fucking hotel rocks.”
(Almost like me – I didn’t apologize. I just went on to talk to some girl and point out her amazing boobs; which really consisted of me pointing at them and saying “Boobs. Soup. Boobs” It made sense at the time.)
A friend then tried to coax swaying Kiefer to go to bed…but he made a beeline for our team.
(I beelined for the kitchen and began wrestling everything in sight)

Still up for some banter, he lurched up to Australian-born reporter Michael Duffy, shaking him violently by the hand.

He repeatedly addressed him as “You fucking Aussie cunt”. He kissed Michael’s close-shaven head before grabbing Emily’s hand and stroking her shoulder.

“Oh don’t go, don’t go,” begged Kiefer. “I’ve got a crush on you.”

When she declined his advances, he stumbled along the halls of the hotel’s eighth floor – before eventually finding the door that fitted his key and calling it a night.

Oh, much like me, he likes taking off his pants.

maybe it’s my years of experience in a pizza kitchen. Or just the common sense I was born with. but I never thought that when I ordered my pizza tonight with extra sauce it would come on TOP of the pie instead of its usual location under the cheese. Maybe they made it and realized they forgot the extra sauce, panicked, and then threw it on top to fulfill their part of the bargain.

Although it reads like one, this isn’t an Onion article. This is REAL news.

NEW YORK (AP) — Reese Witherspoon’s gown wasn’t vintage — though it had been worn by another actress three years ago.

Photos published this week showed the Golden Globe winner wearing the same glittery Chanel cocktail dress that Kirsten Dunst had worn to the awards in 2003.

Witherspoon, the best actress in a musical or comedy winner for “Walk the Line,” was seen asking Chanel President Maureen Chiquet at an after-party why she wasn’t told the gown already had a public outing, Women’s Wear Daily reported.

Gretchen Fenton, publicist for Chanel, told The Associated Press the fashion house was “unaware” that Dunst, star of the “Spider-Man” movies, had worn the dress.

The fashion house apologized for “the oversight.”

“We are honored that Reese chose to wear Chanel and thought she looked beautiful,” the company said in a statement. “We congratulate her on her well-deserved win.” (See a gallery of Globe fashions.)

Witherspoon believed the gown — in a champagne color with metallic trim on the bust — was vintage, her publicist, Nanci Ryder, was reported as telling the New York Post in Wednesday’s editions.

“Reese was told the dress was vintage,” Ryder was quoted as saying. “It was not. I’m not angry — just a little disappointed, but the big deal is Reese won the Golden Globe.”

A press release from the company on celebrities wearing Chanel gowns to the Golden Globes had described the dress as vintage. Fenton said the gown is from the 2002 couture collection and isn’t considered vintage.

Still, Fenton said, the term vintage, long used to classify dresses from bygone eras, has become “very vague” and is a “new way” to define apparel not available in recent designer collections.

The snafu is “embarrassing for both Reese and Chanel,” celebrity stylist Phillip Bloch told the AP, calling Witherspoon “a victim of people just not doing their job correctly.”

“She was a victim of fashion powers that be,” he said.

Ryder and her designer-loving clients, who include Jennifer Lopez and Renee Zellweger, will continue to support Chanel, said publicist Leslie Sloan, who works with Ryder at the Baker Winokur Ryder publicity firm.

Not much has been happening and I have been neglecting my update duties. Been thinking a lot. Usual “where do I fit in all this” stuff. Should I stay or should I go? Things like that.
So instead of a real post where I babble or link to something, I opt for a collection of photos of Mitchell at the beach over Xmas.

Once he got out

It was hard getting him back

A face only a mother could love

and Veins only an addict could love

He thinks it’s rabbits

This was awesome – The frisbee fell on the sand


and the harder he tried to dig it up


the deeper it sank

In an ever growing attempt at sarcasm over email and assholishness when others are having a “serious” conversation about the theatre, I sent out these pitches for next year’s season today. Of course, it was taken seriously and even expanded on with other suggestions.

I say we pitch what we know works at Dad’s Garage Theatre.
What our audiences have come to know and love -
OUR MUSICALS!

Here are some options
Brokeback Mountain : The Musical
The Producers : The Movie : The Musical : The Dad’s Garage Remount edition
The Rocky Horror Picture Show : The Againenning
Fame! : The Musical!
Twelve Angry Men : The wacky Dad’s Garage Musical adaptation
One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest : The Musical Remount
Twelve Angry Men : The One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest Musical Parody
81/2 x 11 : The Musicals
ChamberMusic : The Women’s Musical
Chicago : The Movie : The Musical
A Midsummer Night’s Musical : On Ice!
Coyote Ugly : The Musical
The Passion of the Christ : The Musical
The Passion of the Musical : An unauthorized musical parody of The Passion of the Christ (This one isn’t about Christ tho, it’s where we follow the trials of one Musical Theatre actor as he is persecuted)
Tommy – The Musical Story of Tommy Futch as done in the style of Tommy by The Who : The Musical
Ticklesack Mountain : An Unauthorized Musical Parody of Brokeback Mountain

Dan said it best when in a room full of gay men and women he said Brokeback Mountain is a lame name for a mountain. It should be called TickleSack Mountain.
Now that’s the name of a mountain.

finally.
A new Year’s Eve I had fun during.
It started with not doing the theatre’s annual New Year’s Eve show. A tradition that has become predictable and self-indulgent at best. But I think it had a lot to do with the knowledge that we all missed the actual countdown at the party I was at. We started it a good minute late. This one was out of my hands though. I am usually the guy that starts it early just to fuck with people. Then starts it again and again. It’s a game I play where I see how many times I can do it before people stop believing me. Y’know, real mature boy who cried wolf stuff. Rang in the new year with “Where Is My Mind?” by the Pixies. I got to thinking today about how other people rang it in. Songwise that is. I wonder if people are still playing “1999″ and consider it nostalgic or clever. Not that it ever was. How many times did that get overplayed ad nauseum New Years ‘99? The rest of the night was filled with the 3 D’s – Drinking, DJing, and Dancing. I set up a little DJ booth / Lounge. Had all my shit up there. Had brought a bottle of Vodka and put it with all my stuff. Throughout the night, this guy kept coming up and taking the bottle and pouring himself a drink. Which I could understand if you found a bottle on some table, but I mean the bottle was with all my shit. It was very obviously mine. And very obvious to this guy that he didn’t know me. But I got a kick out of it. One of the times he helped himself we were all watching him do it and after he poured his drink he looked over at us and with a smile he lifted his new drink and said Happy New Year as if this was the cureall for any overtly selfish assholish act.
So my New Year’s Resolution is to start saying Happy New Year whenever I am taking advantage of a situation for my own gain.