With an auspicious and a dropping eye

I take note of the past week. (listening to "El Tango de Roxanne" from the Moulin Rouge Movie Soundtrack)

About Tuesday of last week, I recieved a call from a director that I auditioned for a long time ago. He wanted me for a small role in the show the Actor's Theatre of Minnesota is mounting called "We Gotta Bingo!" Initially, I was very excited. It pays great, and will have amazing visibility. I get to be a member of the founding company, which means royalty rights for any future productions. And then I saw the schedule. Every weekend, Th-F-S nights from now until the end of the year. My heart sank. No more Comedy Sportz. So, as of tonight, I had my last comedy sportz minor league rehearsal in a very long while. I'm going to miss it greatly, but hear me now: I WILL return to you. Oh yes. I will be back. STAY TUNED.

In other news, I spent this past weekend in Postville, IA attending my cousin's wedding. Which wasn't as miserable as I'm pretending it was, but it was still pretty bad. Don't get me wrong. The ceremony was fine, and they're great people, but the whole event was just... not my thing. I feel bad. I really do. I feel like, I was born in a small town like this, this is where I'm from, I should identify more with this. But I don't. I'm big city people now, and I guess I just can't go back to a place where you can't buy a dress shirt without driving an hour away.

But, I did get to school my Dad royally in golf before the weekend was out. Which is always a good thing. And I got a new putter, which I'm dying to try out further. A White Hot Odyssey putter, which as I just found out retails for about $150, depending on where you look. I got mine used at a golf course in Postvill, IA for $10. TEN DOLLARS. AND... the guy gave me $5 for my old Arnold Palmer crap putter. End of the golf season in a small Iowa town makes a guy do strange things. His loss = my gain.

PS- This post is especially for Jill who doesn't think I update my blog enough.

I'll miss ya, Jill.