55 Hours Of Living Fully: Part Two

Yesterday I began my latest epic account of personal exploits. Where I left off, I had just been looking around my old neighborhood after showing up to a canceled actors meeting. My next agenda item was my weekly bible study, and when I left that newly-opened store, I had to walk over to the next street and catch a bus. The bus was one which I took each week some time ago before my standard travel arrangement changed. It let me off at my destination nearly an hour before the bible study convenes. Moreover, it lets me off at a point where only jaywalking permits me to cross the two streets that separate the stop from the destination. I prefer to get off earlier, walk more and cross in safety and peace of mind. It helps that the street along which I then walk is the nicest cross street in the neighborhood. If anyone cool is around, their affairs probably take then to that street. That's how it is for me.

On that walk, I strained to hear the accent of two women walking behind me- a purely academic exercise, I assure you. I ultimately determined them to be British. I then stopped at the grocery store, where they turned out to be headed as well. Once there, I ran into a dear friend and her boyfriend. As it turned out, her plans for the evening from that point on coincided with my own, and we did our shopping for refreshments together. She jokingly offered me a ride there. I characterize the gesture as a joke only because the friend whose home we were bound for lives perhaps a few hundred yards away from that grocery store.

Wednesday

I had a few things going on yesterday. First, I was working on a bit of editing for a friend, and it was kind of nice to have a practical outlet for that stuff. It was nothing tough, and the content was a lot more pleasant to watch than what I've dealt with often in the past.

Following that, I had Movie Night. We watched Taken, and the meeting was distinguished by a high turnout and disproportionate number of women (both welcome, by the way). As always, it greatly gratifies me that people would come somewhere at my behest for something I'm putting on.

The night was capped off by bible study. It was my turn to bring snacks, and people seemed reasonably satisfied by my generic cola, sugary apple juice, taffy, generic spicy cheetos and salt and vinegar chips. The discussion was fairly good.

It's another active day coming up today, so hopefully I'll have something on that by morning.

Tuesday and Wednesday

I have not historically been someone who spontaneously gets called up to hang out, but that kind of popularity seems to be developing. After we finished shooting the movie I've been on Monday, I was advised that such a hanging-out session was in the works for the following day, and that I should expect a call. That remained in the back of my head, but come that evening my conscious plans were to watch the opening night of the NBA season. When the chance to go out and do things comes along, however, I know that the healthy thing to do is not to pass them up in favor of privately watching basketball games on tv at home.

Therefore, I went down to Hollywood to meet my friends at their place, where we placed bets on when the last confirmed member of the group would show. I had no confidence in his capacity for promptness, so I went with a later time than anyone, and won with 10:05pm. In fact, he did not turn up until 11:20, and then only at the bar we went to rather than the apartment. It was a good time, although one wonders what sort of Hollywood recreational establishment closes at midnight.