Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Young and I moved into our new place. For two guys who don't have a lot of stuff, we have a lot of stuff.
Are there any apartments in Chicago that aren't on the third floor?
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
One of the main reasons I'm excited about being back in Chicago, is performing longform improv regularly again. And a big part of that is my first Improv Olympic team, James Jackson.
Unfortunatly, after three years (a long time for Improv Olympic), the team was broken up. I got back in town just in time for the last show. As always, my timing is spot-on.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Last night in Ohio.
Read Ty a book and said goodbye. Over a month and a half I went from being the tall guy he was frightened of, to the guy he would see and yell out, "Arnie Arnie Arnie."
I hope he doesn't forget me.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Packing up the last of my things for the move to Chicago. I found even more religious totems in my sock drawer (where I'm still keeping the ring).
I finally asked Mom if she'd put these in the drawer specifically for me. "I probably put one of those in there," she said, "You know, to watch over you."
I wonder if these things are intentionally made so small so you can bless people with them without them knowing, or even against their will. She admitted that she had also "probably" slipped a rosary into the stuff I was packing.
I haven't found it. So, somewhere, mixed in with my other things, is a tiny religious beacon, sending out a spiritual S.O.S.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
I drove into town to drop off some of my stuff, pre-move, and also for the Improv Olympic 25th Anniversary (accidentally being held a year and a half early).
I didn't see the show, but I was lucky enough to be on the guest list for the afterparty. I can't deny that it was neat to be at the same party as Amy Poehler and Andy Richter. But having been gone from Chicago for a while, I was mostly happy to see local improvisers I knew. And it was nice that so many people remembered me and were excited that I'm coming back.
It was also great to see some of my old improv teachers who have moved to New York or LA. Like Jon Lutz (pictured) my first teacher at Improv Olympic, who now writes for SNL.
We were sitting two tables away from Mike Myers and George Wendt, but Jon was more interested in taking a picture of his friend, Dan Bakkedahl. And I was more interested in taking this picture of Jon.
On the other hand, I'm obviously not above dropping all these names.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Grocery store? Every day.
Recycling? Every day. You have to read the newspaper fast. And magazines require special measures.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I do not, however, have a job. I keep sending my resume out, but I'm getting no nibbles. How did I become so unemployable? Or, how did I never become more employable?
Tiny Cartoon Remy On My Shoulder: You're talented but lazy. Wasting time is worse than fucking a baby.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Apparently, either Teri Hatcher or Eva Longoria was there as well, but Mom and Dad couldn't agree on which one it was.
Monday, August 22, 2005
During the ceremony, Natasha's friend and bandmate, Jen, played the processional music on a theremin.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
I was asked to be a witness. It choked me up a little, the idea of being there to sign the documentation.
Then I signed the wrong line. In fact, I signed on the groom's line. We all scratched our heads and made nervous jokes that I had accidentally married Natasha.
Eventually, someone found a bottle of White-Out and I was back to being a witness.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
I was lucky enough to be one of eight people to watch Brett and Natasha get married in their backyard.
Watch isn't the right word. Everyone had a job, like a co-op wedding.
Brett's friend, Zach, paid a little money on-line to become an ordained minister and officiated over the ceremony. Talking to him beforehand I found out that this was the first wedding he'd ever been to.
That's like, "This is the first time I've ever seen a football game... hey, excuse me, I'm gonna go quarterback."
Friday, August 19, 2005
Brett and I spent the night at Natasha's aunt's apartment. We were too tired to do anything other than drink two beers each and talk about how strange it was to be staying in an old woman's home.
I slept in a Craftmatic Adjustable bed underneath a low-hanging chandelier.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Brett and Natasha's wedding is this weekend, but I drove out to New York a day early so I could see Tim and Remy, two old college friends, and their band, The Teenage Prayers.
Remy: Tim describes us as David Bowie meets Otis Redding meets... what else?
Later Remy tells me that I'm talented but lazy. "You've been wasting time. Wasting time is worse than fucking a baby."
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Mom said, "Julie's friend went and ran into Julia Roberts there. When I heard that I figured I better get some new shirts."
I asked Dad why he was packing Club crackers and a giant tub of peanuts in his suitcase. "You never know," he said.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
At the same time, I'm glad it's over.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Dad wouldn't have been much older there than I am now. It's hard to imagine myself with two kids and a newsworthy fish.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Some things defy you to over-romanticize them.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
(A very short engagement for Brett and Natasha. Just about a month from the question to the ceremony. N and I were engaged for, what, two and a half years? Can that be right?)
I hate shopping for clothes. Besides being generally poor, it's always so demoralizing how few things fit me. How limited the selection becomes.
"When you're our size," Dad said, "you take what you can get."
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
It's hard to believe I ever looked like this (minus the airbrushing and wooden wheel). I don't think of myself as lanky anymore. So it's weird to see myself disappearing into my baggy shirt and under my floppy hair.
(I remember the photographer saying, "Are you a big wheel at your school?" He must have said that joke every time he used this backdrop. But is "big wheel" an actual expression? Could he have as easily said, "Are you a big number 94 at your school?")
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Total: $34.47 plus two chewable Pepto Bismol tablets (one still in the wrapper, one not).
Monday, August 08, 2005
"Yeah," Dad said, with the tv and newspaper in front of him. "We got them moved in. So, they're out of the house."
I'm not sure what he meant by "them", since it was just Allie.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Saturday, August 06, 2005
When N used to do the dishes, she would listen to Rufus Wainwright's cover of "Hallelujuah" over and over again on her walkman. She would sing along, really belting it out, not realizing that her voice was booming through the house. And she was a horrible singer. Really bad. Worse than me, even. But endearingly bad. Heartwarmingly bad.
If given a choice, I'd pick her version over Wainwright, Buckley or Cohen.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Nick and Meador play a game of washers.
Meador: Arnie, if a picture of me in this shirt ends up on your blog, I'm going to kill you. At least explain that I cut off the sleeves because they kept peeking out from under my over-shirt.
Nick: How do you explain the beard and hair?
1:15 AM - Allie is the only other person still up, packing for college. The only thing we can think to do is pour vodka over my hand.
1:30 AM - Allie calls a friend for help. "She'll know what to do. She used to be a lifeguard."
2:00 AM - Allie has gotten peroxide and bandages. Together we fix up my hand. Luckily, I've had a tetinous shot recently.
2:30 AM - We sit and and stare at Holden's back legs, which peek out from behind the couch, where he's hiding.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
It's a big moment in any family, when the last child leaves the house, and the first child moves back in.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Seven years after my Grandpa Ralph's death, Grandma Anne still keeps his gall stones in a plastic cup.
"Do you want them?" she asks me.