The Tales Of Mikey Wiseman

Crown Uptown Theatre owner Ted Morris dies

Ted Morris, founder and owner of the Crown Uptown Professional Dinner Theatre, died Tuesday night. He was 70.

Mr. Morris bought the former movie theater building in 1977 and remodeled it into a dinner theater. He was a funeral home director at the time, but said in an Eagle interview in 2006 that his first love had always been show business.

The theater opened in the summer of 1977 and has been operating since, with Mr. Morris producing hundreds of musicals, comedies and dramas.

A new musical, "Club Morocco," was scheduled to open tonight as part of a New Year's Eve party at the Crown. An associate of Mr. Morris said the show would go on as scheduled.

Mr. Morris would have turned 71 on New Year's Day. Services are pending.

Can you see that it's snowing right here on my blog?

Wow....so much happening all at once!!! The commercials are actually promos I did for a friend of mine who is wanting to do commercials for people all over. He is really good (he's a cameraman for one of the local news stations) and has some fantastically fun ideas! I was happy to do them and had a good time. Enjoy!

The newspaper article was printed in the Wichita Eagle on November 7th (duh Mikey, it's in the article) anyways, it's soo cool to me that I was interviewed with everyone else in the cast. I don't think I sounded that good in the interview, so many thanks to the fellah who wrote the article for making me sound so good! Here's Love rehearsals are going really well, and we are all so excited for our opening this Thursday. It's going to be a wonderful time for everyone!

Talk atcha soon!

Oh yeah, and less than 3 to the princess

The musical version of Miracle on 34th Street is Crown Uptown's holiday offering.
BY BOB CURTRIGHT
Wichita Eagle correspondent

"Here's Love," the 1963 musical adaptation of the beloved holiday classic "Miracle on 34th Street," is almost the forgotten musical from Meredith "The Music Man" Willson, despite such enduring songs as "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" and "Pinecones and Hollyberries."

But Crown Uptown Professional Dinner Theatre is putting Willson's third and final musical (after 1957's "Music Man" and 1960's "The Unsinkable Molly Brown") back into the spotlight in place of its usual holiday variety show this season, said founder Ted Morris.

"I don't know why it's not done more often," Morris said. "It played for 334 performances on Broadway. I don't think anybody has done it in Wichita since we've been here -- over 30 years."

The show, set in 1947, opens next week and will run Thursdays through Sundays through Dec. 21.

"It's a show that makes you feel good," said Krystian Fish, 12, who stars as Susie, the skeptical girl who comes to believe that one special department store Santa is the Real Deal. "It makes you believe that Santa Claus is real."

Already a veteran of nine Crown shows, most recently "Fiddler on the Roof," Krystian says she likes to perform for other kids because they are so receptive.

"They laugh and clap a lot, even before anything really happens," she said. "Adults may like a show, but kids want to really believe in it."

"'Here's Love' is such a family show that it's perfect for the holidays," said Crown music director Kim Dugger. Last seen in "Guys and Dolls," Dugger is also taking the role of Doris, Susie's practical single mom who, as a Macy's manager, hires the department store Santas.

"Doris wants her daughter to grow up with reality rather than fantasy," Dugger said. "But after she hires a man who claims to be the real Santa, she begins to doubt herself, to wonder what she really believes."

Also in the musical is David Jon Davis, a Jacksonville, Fla.-based actor making his Crown debut. Davis plays Fred, a Marine adjusting to civilian life as a lawyer who becomes friendly with Doris and her daughter and gets swept up in proving in court that Santa really exists.

Playing Kris Kringle, who becomes the lightning rod for everybody's holiday beliefs, is Mikey Wiseman, a native Texan now living and performing in North Carolina, also making his Crown debut.

"Kris is firmly convinced of who he is, even though not many people believe him," Wiseman said. "Despite that, he spreads cheer and goodwill and discovers that people still want to believe. He takes the commercialism out of Christmas and brings back the pure, good feelings of the holiday."

Here's where I'm staying while I'm at the Crown Uptown. For actor housing it ain't bad.

What Fun: A lot to take away with this
By Ken Keuffel
JOURNAL REPORTER
Published: September 20, 2008

The Little Theatre of Winston-Salem's current production of You Can't Take It With You is very funny.

But it manages to get a serious message across about values and priorities -- and one worth pondering as the show's many cast members astonish us with their eccentricities on the Reynolds Auditorium stage.

You Can't Take It With You was written by the famed team of George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart.

It conquered Broadway in the middle 1930s, running there for more than 800 performances before being made into an Academy Award-winning film. It's of another time but remains remarkably relevant to ours.

The plot revolves around the Sycamores and the Kirbys, two radically different families that are brought together because Alice Sycamore (Ashley Davis) and Tony Kirby (Ben Palombo) have fallen in love.

The Kirbys are strait-laced, normal and consumed by the Wall Street culture of building wealth.

The Sycamores are just the opposite. Each real or adopted member of that clan zealously pursues his or her own interests.

Some of their hobbies are mundane, but many others are truly bizarre and include evading the taxman for years, making fireworks in a basement, writing plays about war and sex and circulating candies wrapped in paper on which incendiary messages are printed.

The contrasts between the happy Sycamores and the (initially) unhappy Kirbys are vividly drawn in director Stan Bernstein's attractive staging. We get a palpable sense of the wacky disharmony into which the two families fall.

There are a number of fine individual performances. I found that of Mikey Wiseman particularly memorable; he plays Kolenkhov, the ballet instructor who wears his Russianness on his sleeve in exaggerated-but-endearing fashion.

And David Westfall plays Grandpa Vanderhof quite convincingly, teaching us why it's sometimes important to quit the rat race, relax and live a little.

■ The Little Theatre of Winston-Salem will present You Can't Take It With You through Sept. 28 in Reynolds Auditorium. Evening shows will be at 8 p.m. tonight, Thursday, Friday and next Saturday, with a 2 p.m. matinee Sept. 28. Tickets are $18, $16 for seniors and $14 for students. Call 725-4001.

Ahhhh, summer is here, and with it, here in NC (for you folks that live elsewheres) that means frequent, and infrequent at times, rain storms from nowhere. The best part is, it rains in places....you heard me right.....certain places. As in across the street, or over Target and Wal-Mart, not in between! Sounds crazy? Well, as I am more than prone to do, and I am sure you are getting used to, I HAVE A THEORY.....

So I imagine it, (if you believe in) God is up on high, busy, as usual, with all the things he/she has to take care of. So who's in charge of making the rain happen when it is supposed to? OHHH, that's right, some newbie who never really read the Rain manual, but accepted the job because it was a promotion from Garbage Smell creation. So...

Being new at the job, by accident, liberally he's (and yes I say he, because as educated males know, women just don't make mistakes - well, except for Roseanne Barr singing the National Anthem very bad on purpose!) he has spread the rain around to where it needs to go, causing massive flooding (i.e. the midwest, and all the other places - bless those who encountered these misfortunes), unbeknownst to him. SO, when it comes to rain in dear old Winston-Salem and surrounding areas....well.....he's almost out. So he scatters it around as best he can.
No imagine if you will, this guy answering to God....(or the Bossman for those who believe otherwise). I mean daaaaaaaang! God says: Did you get the rain out? Fellah says: Ummm, yeah about that....

God: Oh Me, what happened?
Fellah: Weeeelllll....about that....see I kind of ran out near the end
God: Whaddya mean?
Fellah: Let's just say I had to make do...kind of.
God: Kind of? Oh my Me....what did you do?
Fellah: Well....okay I'm still learning okay? And well, I kind of used too much in some places, and well, when it came to Winston-Salem and its areas, I had to spread it out the best I could
God: As in....? (Sighs) Lemme see.......[Takes a look around].......Oh my ME!!!! Are you kidding? You didn't even have enough to make it rain on both sides of the street? SERIOUSLY! Do you have any idea what people are thinking right now?
Fellah: No...but no one will notice, yeah?
God: (Sigh) I suppose not, well, except for that one freak who's insanity drove him to blog so that others could share in the madness
Fellah: Wait, you mean the guy you gave a receeding hairline to, the slowest metabolism ever, and the 'ability' to run himself into a brick wall repeatedly until he actually learns something?
God: Yeah him. Listen, I gotta run. Please, please try not to redefine 'scattered showers' ever again?
Fellah: Sorry Boss

I'm just saying...That's what it seems like here in good ol' W-S sometimes when the rain finally does come. Nothing like driving from Lewisville where it's damp, through tons of dry land, only to get to downtown W-S and actually find 'the river runs through it'. HAHHAHAA Craziness and imagination at its best!

Proof yet again: Never leave a hermit by himself when boredome is a 'skrong' possibility!!!

Until the next time...........If the ancients could make up stories for reasons in nature, why can't we? And, who was it who said science was exact and always right? >WINKS<

Hello loyal readers! Sorry for the long wait...things have been busy. Now I know that the title of this one makes you think 'uh oh...here comes some speechifyin on God'. Well, not really. Let me start off by saying I have a HUGE fear of small churches. Not those small-ish ones in a bricked up building with a nice parking lot, etc. No I mean the truly small churches that look like they can only fit maybe 20 people, standing room only, at best.

You ever notice how they have such a small building, and yet there is a HUGE lot of land behind them? Now this is purely theory, but why, if they have all that land, do they not get a small parking lot, or maybe a picnic area, or I dunno - just something back there? Hmmm? Minds clicking yet? I think it is because, if you were brave enough to go into the church shack there's some secret entrance that goes UNDERGROUND. And when you become a full on member, you get access to go there.

Yeah that's right, I'm talkin like the extremely, uber-religious sects that have a compound set up for its followers where they can hang out, live rent free, play checkers (or chess), and etc. Hmmmm? And with groups out there that do all that storing of arms because the aliens are coming, or because they plan to rid the world of sinners by force and etc., kinda makes me wish I could be real invisible sometimes when I'm passing by. Especially if I'm walking!!!

So yeah, next time you pass by one - you'll know it when you see one because it'll look like a storage shed with a little posterboard sign announcing they are the church of you-only-think-you-know, as well as some acreage behind them with nothing on it but grass - think real hard on these thoughts I've speechified...and see if you notice any small chimney holes or air holes in that lot!

Okay, okay, so it's about time I 'speechified' on this subject for a second... I mean really? I was in Target today, just perusing through with that someone special, she was looking for clothes, me, eh, I was just perusing. So I'm in the men's clothing section (looking for a 'nice' pair of black cargo pants for work). Nothing much there as everything's ready for summer and is either shorts or slacks. And there they were....

Men's underwear. Not that I have a problem with that, I mean, I'm a man, well at least a guy I s'pose, and I wear them, but here's my problem: WHY, I mean WHY do the pics on the front of the packages HAVE to be of these super-ripped fellahs that pretty much only exist on the front of romance novels? I mean seriously!
Now I will admit, yeah, it makes me think, 'Ooh, I would look that sexy in these underoos!' But really? That'd be a HUGE no! I mean, If...IF i am that susceptible to buy a pack (okay, okay, fine....I bought a pack..well two - SHUT UUP! I stopped after three, aiight?) I get them home, and well naturally, I'm ready to look sexy like that, so I strip to the nakidity (it's a word...well at least now it is anyways), and put a pair on.

First thing, apparently the men in the photos? They have no ass because these things rode ride up mine like I was wearing a freakin' thong! And these are supposed to be briefs for crying out loud! Next, (and I'll admit, I don't have abs, but I don't exactly have a gut) these things made me feel like I was Peter from The Family Guy, gut sticking way the hell out over my pants or something! And holy cow, do these guys have sticks for legs? Mine felt like they were turning blue from lack of circulation.

In short, I think they need some more normal guys on these photo fronts. I mean they do that for women now right? Help us guys out a bit, you underwear people! Quit making us feel like fattie patties! Although...I think about it....if they did that, then the peeps in the fast food industry (worthwhile ones like Hardee's and Taco Bell) would probably downsize portions.....then Hungryman TV dinners would downsize...then you wouldn't be able to get a 'decent' size meal at a restaurant -it'd be all that frou frou crap you get at 'gourmet' restaurants for 90 bucks a portion- , then cats and dogs would walk together, and....AAUUUUUGHHHH!

Maybe the little ripped guys advertising sexy underwear aren't sooo bad when i think on it.....

Just have to comment on something amazing... I am a fan of going out to eat (though I never can afford it!), and yeah, I appreciate the Chili's, the Tex-Mex places, the McDonald's, and etc., In other words, all those 'commersh' places we are so fond of, but I have as of recent become more and more a fan of the local, fa-nocal, ma-and-pa type places as well. For example, should any of you wonderful readers live in or visit Winston-Salem, NC, you should try El Triunfo (El Salvadorean food - I highly recommend the papusas), El Torrero (Tex-Mex the way it should be, Peanut's (Hot Dogs that will make you scoff at anyone's paltry offerings), and....well the subject of today's offering: The North Point Grill.

Located on North Point Boulevard (in between University and Cherry streets), this place has some of the most fabulous un-known fare I've ever had. In fact, I'm seriously thinking on throwing their name at little mister whats-his-face on the food network, you know, the guy that visits all the local dives? They would be well worth the publicity!

Anyways, in specific for me, the one thing I love the most, is their key lime pie. Hey, maybe they get it out of a can, or off some restaraunt industrial vendor, but you know what? It's THAT DAMN GOOD! Who cares where it comes from! I mean, from bite one to bite finish, it really is a fantabulous adventure of taste that is more than worth going back for!

It starts off, when you take the first bite, very sweet and you can taste the lime, as well as the graham of the crust, and the sweetness of the frozen whipped cream on top. However!!!! I mean, HOWEVER!!!!! The best part of any key lime pie in my opinion is the 'bite' or the slight sourness of the lime that gets you afterwards. The best way I can describe it is: Open mouth, insert bite.......wait for it......wait for it...............oh YES!!!! Maximum flavor and mouth watering (eye watering too!) flavor scored!!!

It was a wonderful experience, not to mention the chicken-fried steak and Oh-My-Gaw! Potato Salad it came with. Just saying, The North Point Grill here in Winston-Salem? WELL WORTH the trip to visit!

But maybe that's just plain-ol, easy to please me........Somehow I highly doubt it, though...

What the deuce??? I just read through my last few posts, and sheesh!!! I sound like some kind of a thinker or pondering 'whatsits'! Hmmm, I s'pose there's not much I can do about that, but... really? HEY LOYAL READERS!!! I promise you, I am not the icky bicky, thinks-a-tron 4000 I seem to be making myself out to be. I mean, c'mon, anyone who STILL owns action figurines (and yeah, I use them on occasion to act out some of Shakespeare's best) AND can easily mow through a toy aisle and point out the good, bad, and uglies, AS WELL AS someone who has dance breaks on regular occasions? Yeah, obviously there's still a bit o' fun still left in the bag! Just wanted to make sure I wasn't coming across as an ol' fuddy duddy, wish-I-was-a-poet, demure type.

Confutatis, confutatis... Sometimes there are things in life it's just impossible to understand. You try as you may, try as you might, and yet....hmmm. Maybe those things just aren't meant to be understood. Or is it one of those things where one just gets tired of trying and gives up? For example: Why do we know more about space than we do about what lies beneath the oceans? Or better yet, why do we allow the price of gas to keep getting higher and higher? HaHa, yeah that's one that could keep your mind spinning for days on end! Here's a piece I wrote that I find fitting for todays thoughts:

Often times I wonder,
Why?
Why is there why?
What does why really explain?
Could it be a city?
Could it be a person?
Or is it all to blame on reason?
WHY.
So many different ponderings
On a simple little provocation.
It opens new doors,
It explores new realms;
Some never even thought of before!
WHY!
Such a foul little three letter word,
Often times more questions ensue.
Does it ever really lead to answers?
Does it ever help to explain anything?
why...
Some things are never meant to be pondered.

In closing thoughts, it's funny to me, sometimes there are so many why's around, it leaves one to wonder more about things than it seems are humanly possible. Ah, life...

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to be with a whole crew of certain someones...numbering three. Sure, our age ranges vary, but you know, I gotta admit, that didn't matter. Talking to one, we really got into MLA style of writing, as well as hard papers, and you know, educators should really re-construct their grading system to put more weight on papers and or tests that come at the end of a class instead of in the beginning or the middle. I mean seriously, if you knew all to be all from the get go, why even bother taking the class, right?

Anyways, I also had time with someone a bit younger. We talked of cars, and things important to him (he seriously is like a small adult at times), but you know, he and I had some major fun by passing a balloon like volleyball. And I saw that certain someone dance.....

First time in a long time my concentration was split eight ways to Sunday, but what a feeling!!! Talking to one (MLA and other conversations), playing balloon ball, and watching that special someone dance as if no one was around....

FAMILY. True love and FAMILY. This feeling is brand new to me, and beyond amazing.....I mean, to my peeps C Comeaux, P Plentl.... I finally am beginning to understand. Mad respects to you both and your families. I hope that one day I can brag like you do.

The best part of it all was that I got to see that certain someone special be a mom. And she was more than beautiful... AUGH! To see her in that role, to see her be 'Mommy'... That is why she is my certain someone!

Wonderment and excitement abound.
This is the beginning of something amazing - I can feel it!!!

And the dawn comes into being...
At once, mine eyes are glazed,
Filled with tears of refreshment,
Marvelling at another day's existence.

Reaching over, I feel the source,
The reason for my continued being,
And I wonder.

What makes one be?
Is it pain?
Is it elation?
Nevermore my feelings cry,
Another day is meant for those woes.
Until then pacified unity is what matters.
Nothing more...

Or is there?
Laying back down I wonder,
Truly what IS what matters?

My hand falls to rest across her beautiful form.
My query a fogged memory,
My eyes again close.
Tears fall to the new dawn.

Sometimes I wonder the most mundane, yet I am fascinated by it all...

So it's Mother's Day today, or as I like to call it, Mama's Day. Why the difference one would ask? Because to me, the term Mother, is one you use for formality. It's almost cold and impersonal really. It brings to my mind thoughts of how you would address her when you really, REALLY needed something. As in, "Mother, dearest woman, I harken to you for a mere moment of your time.....can I have an advance on my allowance?" Not so much, methinks.

That's why I call it Mama's Day, or Ma's Day, or Mom's Day. Something, ANYTHING that isn't so formal and sterile. I mean seriously, your mom knows you inside and out for the most part, (she gave birth to you for crying out loud!!!), and when you talk to her on a routine basis (if you do that is), it's not Mother this, and Mother that - well, unless you are cussing up a storm and that's a pre-cursor to a few choice words (if you get what I mean!). No, it's usually (sigh - okay for ME it's usually) 'Hey Ma!' or 'Momma, I gotta tell ya', and so on.

Not that I have a problem with it being MOTHER'S DAY, I mean I'm glad that it, and Father's Day exist because regardless of this that and the other, they are your parents and they brought you in to this world. It's a chance to at least give 'em thanks for that, right? So with that in mind, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to any and all Mom's, Ma's, Madre's, Momma's, Mommies, etc. You all deserve to be loved and cherished for what you do in this world. Thank you all!

Feelings of peace,
Wake up into the dawn.
Reality is what it is,
Disbelief no longer accepted.
Fireworks of passion light the day,
Movements of love,
Like a Mozart concerto,
Keep things alive and moving.
Future decisions weigh on the mind,
And yet they are met,
With pungent conversation.
This is alive,
This is feeling,
This is brutal reality,
In all its forms.
What excitement!
Tears of pure joy and happiness
Seem to be the exchange,
Thank God they have no monetary value.
I like this, nay
I love this.
This newfound experience;
This newfound peace.
True love's passion and wonderment abound...

Okay, here's a rant. This one has been a long time coming. What the hell happened to blinkers on vehicles? Seriously, did we stop teaching that in drivers' ed? It seems more potential accidents and near misses I've seen are caused by the fact that so many refuse to use their blinker to change lanes or simply exit the highway.

I'm SOOOOOO over that!!! Sheesh, how hard is it to turn on your blinker if you want to change a lane for crying out loud? I know, it's hard between sipping your coffee, smoking your cigarette, and talking on your celly, but for real! Don't you realize you could get rammed or hit someone else, and God forbid, it be your own damn fault for not signaling? WAKE UP!

How pissed do you get when someone cuts you off? How pissed do you get when someone is moving at waaaaay slower than speed limit because they want to turn off? How 'bout some courtesy signals. A lil' bit of that and we may cut down on some road rage methinks. Of course, I may just be a cantankerous ass...

I just thought I'd comment on the current show I'm working on, The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas. It's my first foray with Winston-Salem Theatre Alliance, and I gotta say, there are some PHENOMENAL peeps in this cast. And by some, I mean all to tell the truth. Everyone in this group is professional, works amazingly hard, and damn if they don't have more talent in all their pinkie fingers than most do in their entire careers!!!

Seriously, this show is going to be amazing (I can feel it in my bones)! I can only say I am more than proud to be a part of it, and more than amazed to be playing with such an amazing group of people! Ya'll shouldn't miss out on this one. Serious, get your tix now. You'll be amazed!!!!

So yeah, spent the past weekend filming a movie. It's all about characters in a child's imagination. I played a stereo-typical sheriff cowboy who smokes cigars all the time. LOVED IT! The production crew was awesome, the cast was amazing, the hospitality was beyond wonderful; I mean, if you didn't have fun filming this movie, you just don't know how to have fun! I can hardly wait to see the finished product. The name of the film is Red Revolver. The director/co-writer was Keenan Porterfield. Pay attention to that name, yo. When I star in his first and most assured award winning pro-film, ya'll will remember it started back when! HAHAHAHA Much love

I was out with that certain, special, wonderful someone this eve/morn and we were talking. And somehow, someway (gee I wonder), the insanity brought us to the topic of "back in the day". I told her of my intricate and wonderful (albeit unknown) works that I produced in my childhood bedroom (grounded for grades....thanks Ma!) utilizing my GI Joe action figurines as the actors.

Augh! I realized the simple beauty of those times tonight as she and I spoke. I mean, seriously, those were the times! Along with my other groups of figurines, there was some crazy politcal mumbo jumbo back then for me in my world.

The He-Man group hated the Centurions (only because they were taller), the Centurions were after the Go-bots because they wanted their land (at the time, next to the footboard of my bed, which included access to the 'turntable of doom' a.k.a my record player), the Go-bots had beef with Cobra because originally (again, this was MY world all you staunch purists) Destro was a Go-bot before figuring out how to permanantly stay in 'human-like' transformed mode, and of course all groups were ruled over by the sparce GI Joe squad trying to keep peace. I say sparce because I only made $2.50 a week in allowance, which bought 'a' (as in one) GI Joe at the time.

So anyways, as we talked, I revelled in the fact that back then my imagination had no bounds and no limitations. I mean, how many kids do you know that can limit their bedroom space with a spool of sewing thread and some scotch tape? It was a really cool figurine 'hand slide' transportation system by my design that rocked! I mean, besides the fact it practically left me limbo-ing to and from the door, that is. Now other than the gigantor mess, can you imagine not having to pay the 40 bucks a gallon these days to drive to work? You just reach up, grab a line and ZING! You're at work just like that!

Hmmm.... imagination with no bounds and no limitations. Maybe its time to go 'retro' and get back to those days. I seem to remember a whole lot less stress then. Leaves one to wonder...

Some say it just happens,
Some say it takes work,
Some say it doesn't exist.

And yet, it's written about;
Countless novels, lyrics, and tales.
It's oft sought after,
Yet rarely discovered...
The Golden Mines of King Solomon.

So precious,
But priceless.
So tender,
And yet durable.
That funky, finatical feeling,
Flowing forward,
Flying far,
Fabulously Phenomenal!

And how sad it is,
That few ever experience,
The amazing, glorified goodness
That is only known by four arranged letters.

L-O-V-E.

Often mistaken,
Taken for granted,
Forgotten over time,
Lost in the lamentation of lust,
It somehow finds a way to survive.

For me, it burns anew.
A torch that has become a bonfire,
Engulfing me in feelings I never knew existed.
Wave after wave of sensations,
Personal humanity, long forgotten, returning.
Better than even the best of fireworks shows!

Sweet peace and blissful harmony surrrounding...


And to this I can only add, for those who have yet to experience or discover, never give up hope. It's out there, somewhere. Sometimes you just have to take that special leap. The worst that happens, you fall. And trust me, the ground will catch you. You stand up, dust off, and try again. Don't rush, don't push. You'll know it when its there. ---True is in the sky---

So just to let you know how exciting life can get for me, today I'm posting a small critique on the newest Burger King offering, the loaded steakhouse burger. After working a call and on my way to see that someone special, I realized I hadn't eaten yet today (God knows how long its been since I've EVER forgotten to eat!). Anyways, I decided to try this new burger.

In a nutshell, imagine if you will, a burger with mash potatoes on it, slathered in steak sauce. Now contrary to what you might be thinking, it wasn't half bad. I'd say fair enough to call it "better than a poke in the eye". Of course it wasn't worth writing home about either.....wait.....

Its the little things in life that make you appreciate everything. Tonight I came home from work (Davis Cup Strike - too much fun!) and I was greeted by the presence of someone special. Nothing like that feeling!!! If you don't know what I mean, you should experience it sometime. There's just a harmony and a peace that can't be beat! Makes all the BS you put up with all day, all the more worth your while. Ahh, the sanctity of sappy, sweet serenity...

Chris Brown ft T- Pain- Kiss Kiss

So I went out to my gig today, as an audio tech for The Davis Cup. Things worthy of making a blog entry were: watching Andy Roddick live and up close. Man that guy can serve! I also got to see James Blake play which was cool. Both guys won their matches putting the USA team up 2-0 against the French team. Other than that, there was a minor malfunction with the announcer's mic, as well as an audio blooper involving the beginning of the US National Anthem during match play, but nothing too crazy. One thing I noticed, some of these tennis players are kind of small in person, but they have larger than life personas. Probably going to be watching Match Point (funny joke in that somewhere....I'm sure of it!!!) which is a Woody Allen movie tonight. Hope it's good! Thanks for listening....oops I mean reading. ~M~