Got home late last night. Woke up early and met up with Misher
Films Exec and Former NWSG guest, Kevin Chang.
He took me surfing for the first time ever. The best part of surfing? Cute girls
who like surfers. I was standing out on the street, holding a board, no clue
which end was up or down, and got hit on by a hot chick. Kevin was pissed,
cause he never sees or talks to any hotties near his house, and I’d been
there all of 10 minutes, already making conversation. I think it’s the wedding
ring combined with my completely non-threatening lameness that fosters conversation
with attractive women. I could never get arrested in Seattle.
Cut To: Manhattan Beach. A slightly overweight, blind-as-a-bat-without-his-contact
lenses, Indian guy with no tan, paddling a board into the horizon, waiting
for a wave to come. Unfortunately, the waves were pretty scarce, but I rock
at sitting on my board, losing balance, and rolling over into the ocean. Also,
got very good at making fun of Kevin Chang with the other guys, all in the
biz. Hey, it’s LA. I popped up on three, count ‘em, three tiny waves, and then
drowned myself due to lack of balance and naturally non-athletic skill set.
But, I love surfing and now I’m officially addicted to all things board-related,
SNOWBOARDING, SURFING, and BOARD MEETINGS. OK, not addicted to Board Meetings,
but I do love them. Have you met the Board of NWSG. Nice folks.
Later than night, after a luxurious meal at the mall, I grabbed a nap, a shower,
and we were off to the Groundlings. Mind you, I’m sitting between my uncle
and dad, both Urologists. Weird eh? One of the first skits made
fun of wannabe screenwriters in the form of a peer group keeping an actor and
two screenwriters on task. A later skit, made fun of urologists in the form
of a skit about a scrotum doctor on the Sirius radio network. What are the
odds? It was a really good show, despite it being a small cast. I
always catch these guys when I visit LA.
