Quite Possibly The Greatest Saturday Ever

It's 2:50AM, I am exhausted, and I should be in bed... but I have to share this story. I have to tell you about the day that I just had. This day, is truly, the ideal day for me. It had everything, well most everything I could want... a good portion.

Let's start at the beginning:

I woke up at 7:30AM after a late-ish night with friend Mary, playing Guitar Hero, drinking, and talking life. I got all my junk together for the long day ahead and got dressed in my fancy suit to head down to Santa Monica and take part in a new Elders sketch that Steve and Dirk were filming. I got there a little after 9:30, and had a fantastic morning/early afternoon helping move equipment, taking still photos, talking to amazing people, reading, eating, acting, (I did, maybe, drink too much soda), oh yeah, and having onion rings stuffed into my suitcase:

I'm sorry, Dad... I promise, I cleaned it out as well as and as quickly as I could after they were done. It's going to be hysterical though. Notice in the picture, friend Gigi from the Groove Armada concert.

Anyway, we wrapped up around 4:30 or so, I helped clean up, and then headed over to Dockweiler were Danny and the summer camp peeps were meeting up for the summer bonfire. The beach was fantastic... I laid out my big pink blanket, put on a load of sunscreen, jumped into the water for a bit (a short bit as I quickly realized the water was a thick green with bright green bubbles floating on the top... ick), I wrote in my journal, read some more, ate some great food, there was a beautiful sunset:

Most of my staff showed up, we played a stupid game of volleyball in the dark, my oggs came out and eventually I put on a little fire show for the group. I was a little nervous doing it on my own for the first time (I had James be my safety), but it went beautifully. 10 o'clock rolled around and the cops started emptying the beach (although not as militantly as last weekend after the Compton car show), getting out took a bit of time, but after waiting for the police to arrest some chump near the exit, it was smooth sailing.

After this, it was time to head to World On Wheels for the monthly Roller Disco, baby!

Aw yeah. I invited most everyone I know and apparently no one likes to have fun, but I don't care! I went and loved every second. The beautiful and fascinating Meryle was there again (this time dressed as what looked like a Mozartian Strawberry Shortcake) and it was good to catch up. The music was amazing. Soooo good. I couldn't stop rollin' and groovin'. At about 12:30 I was done. The day had finally caught up with me, and I began to drag. However, I had requested a couple songs... so I sat in the corner of the rink for a while, watching my fellow skaters groove to the longest version of "Funkytown" I had ever heard... afterwards, the DJ started spinning some Freestyle and while I hadn't requested them, I couldn't resist.

"Freestyle's kickin' in the house tonight
Move your body from left to right
To all you freaks, don't stop the rock
That's freestyle speakin' and you know I'm right"

Oh, that's good roller skating music right there. A few songs later, they rolled out the "Double Dutch Bus" and even though my thighs were killing me and I was getting rink fever again, I had to skate on.

1 o'clock hit... Meryle was up on the observation deck, I went to join her. I was truly done: sitting on the floor, holding on to the fence, watching people skate by as she danced to "Heart Of Glass" beside me. Blondie ended and then the damn DJ threw "Around The World" on. *sigh* I couldn't resist.

Shortly thereafter, Meryle left, I talked to some girls having a birthday, and then I stood on the deck, watching everyone skate. It was a thin night compared to the last few weeks, but it's also fun to watch. While up there, listening to Prince sing "Let's Go Crazy", alternating between watching the skaters and Xanadu again playing on the wall, I was hit by a sudden and powerful knowledge:

I am an artist. I never felt totally comfortable labeling myself as an actor, it felt fake, not quite right... but now, I look at myself, my work, and what I'm doing, where I'm going, and I finally see myself. I am an artist. I create. I inspire. And I will be making money with my craft soon, it is my Path. I was also comforted with the knowledge that the things I desire most will come to me. It is simply fact.

You know, I go through my ups and downs, but over the past several months, the downs have been farther apart and less severe. I feel like now when I'm down, even though I accept it, I can see the big picture, and that gives me solace. Today was definitely not one of those times, though... today was a fucking revelation.

And just to reiterate how blessed I am and how impossible it is for me to lose, when I got home, there was no parking (of course), and I had a car full of junk from this day... so I temporarily parked in the alleyway and made a couple trips up to my pad, and when I finished and came down to find a parking space, one opened up directly in front of me, before I even started my car. Just like that. Yeah, that's how it goes in my life these days: pretty smoothly.

However, I did somehow lose my belt. *shrug* Oh well, it was cheap and falling apart anyway. Boom!