I’m So Happy!!! Believe Me!!!

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Yesterday a few big decisions were decided upon and finalized. I think. No, they were. I’m stupidly indecisive so they were probably decided upon. Not fully sure yet. First one involves me moving out of my current abode next week, on Wednesday I think, time to fly the roster and all that. My roommates extended the stay an extra month to hook me up, so I knew it was going to happen. Not to worry, last night I was offered a place near here, short term, perfecto, and not with a nut like some of the other offers. I’m so happy!

However, I think I might head up to San Francisco for a few weeks, save some money (although how do you save nothing?) and get my pilot and stuff written, that is why I came here after all! Still not fully decided though, ha, so I will keep you posted. I’m so happy!

Jim in the gym also rang me yesterday, with some good news. I think, not sure really. He told me that there was good feedback from the last few times I DJ’ed, re de de, and a few guys who owned bars and clubs were interested in giving me a job, did I mind him giving them my number? I enquired if it would be for payment or pro bono like all my other work, and he said there would be payment. Sounds good, work away Jim! Looking back at it now though, I should really have clarified what kind of jobs Jim was on about, and what kind of payment too. Hopefully he meant a DJ job, and cash payment. Not too sure though with Jim and that gym, I’ll have to wait and see. Also remembered the fact that I had decided to head to San Fran next week for a while, perfect timing. I’m so happy!

Last night I was then offered another DJ’ing job, or a trial run at least, in a bar close to my house, Barney’s Beanery. This place gets fairly packed, I’m not the biggest fan of it to be honest, but always full and it could be good. Ironically, on my second day in L.A, I actually traipsed along to this place for an open interview, bar tending I think. Interview took a nose dive when social security number was mentioned and that was the end of that. The manager last night, who offered me the job (after I told her she should hire a DJ because the music was boring, ha) was the girl who interviewed me the first time around and said no thanks. A friend I was in there boozing with knew her, she started to horse booze into us, and a job was put on the table for me, a far better way than the formal interview rejection! I’m so happy!!!

Again, as it was the only place open after 2, we ended up in the “club” at the top of my street with my buddy. Usual line for the girls working… Sorry, I can’t take a dance off you, I’m an Irish priest, we’re not allowed. One girl turned out to be an evangelist, and gave me a rant and a sermon, trying to change my religion, it all got very weird. My buddy then informed me he thought that they were calling my name to go up on stage, wuu, not sure why but I’ll do it, up on stage I go to sit on a chair especially put out. About 10 girls start to pour out the wings to give me a dance. Not really sure what is going on, but I’ll go with the flow, the spotlight is on me after all. Then the announcer tells everyone to give me a clap, the girls are dancing for me because I’m getting married tomorrow! Wuu, am I? I’m too drunk to notice. “C’mon folks, give it up for Mike, his last night as a single man!” Eh, Mike or Mark? Mike or a drunk fool? The way my bouncer buddy (maybe ex-buddy now) big Jim came up on stage and dragged me off, led me to believe that maybe it was a Mike that they were calling up, and not Mark. Oh yeah, sorry Jim, I forgot I’m not actually getting married tomorrow, that bit did throw me off… Won’t be going back there for a while. I’m so happy!!!

If you’re wondering what the whole “I’m so happy” bits are about, it is to do with people in L.A continuously telling me that they are happy. I don’t mind if I ask them, but when they tell me without me asking, or just spring it on me, then convince me to why they are happy, seriously, I am, believe me… I find it odd. Yesterday alone it happened twice. One random girl on the street who I have never met before, and was talking to her about the fires in Santa Barbara, decided to interrupt my terrific story, to tell me how happy she was, “I’m so happy that today is today, aren’t you happy too, I’m so happy I moved to LA, I’m so happy we had this chat today, I’m so happy that I got to meet you, I am happy that you are you!” I still can’t figure out if she thought I was really happy and tried to out-do me, or thought I might be unhappy and wanted to rub her fake happiness in. It was highly strange, I had no response to all the happy words. I’m so happy!

Finally, last night I got a random text from a girl who I have not spoken to in a while. At 2 in the morning, without me texting her first, she texts me asking what am I up to? Normal enough. However the rest of the long text was about how she’s so happy with life at the moment, all this great stuff looks like it will be happening for her soon, happy happy happiness, rar diddy rar. I texted her back that I was so happy too, how fun it is on the bread line, great news that the visa is running out, did I tell you my sitcom has yet to be written, never mind made? I’m so happy!

Obviously, she did not get my brilliant sarcasm or joke, and replied with “I thought you’d be happy for me?” Ha, ape, sweet Lord, I wouldn’t mind if she was a buddy, but I don’t have the will to be happy for people I don’t really know! I better not name her, on the off chance she reads this and gets annoyed. Actually, come to think of it, her name is Carolina. If she does actually read this, happy days, she can’t be happy with that!

Song of the day is Young Adult Friction by The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart

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