Monday, after cleaning up the explosion of tree guts irresponsibly splashed all over our neighborhood, Banjo Boyd and I drove deep into Kentuckyland. We dropped off our freshly finished documentary "film" in a trendy little neighborhood in Louisville. It's a freshman film festival that had over four-hundred films submitted. The home office is a bridal shop. The best part of the trip (besides singing songs the whole way down and back) was going to Lonnie's Best of Chicago. They specialize in all beef delights that I guess hail from the WindyCity. They gave us samples of hot and sloppy italian beef in tiny cups and thought nothing of giving us a fork. I almost drank the juice it was so good. Anyways... we found out our "film" was accepted. It's the story of our travels from Jerusalem, Ohio to Emmaus, PA. We set out trying to find out if God still walks with folks and found out that he does. It's going to be fascinating to find out (this post has a lotta F words) what strangers think of us and our story. But here are a few things I promise...
1. When I win an OscarEmmy I will never EVER forget all you small, borderline insignificant people.
2. I will sign as many autographs as you want as long as you're not selling them on ebay. Unless I get a cut. Then it's game on.
3. I will never EVER move to France to avoid the press.
4. I will never allow Entertainment Television to exploit you just to produce my True Hollywood Story. I will protect you like a junkyard dog.
5. I will get you backstage tickets for U2. I will fight for you like Celine Dion fights for love.
6. I will share my yacht.....with other famous people. Not you. Get real.
7. I will never dangle my children from a balcony unless they're super into it and promise not to get dropped.
8. I will probably hire someone to kill and stuff a bear and tell Entertainment Television that I totally did it.
9. I will build Leah a bowling alley in our basement. A promise I made on our wedding day.
10. I will dance like no one is watching. I hope you will too. I hope you dance.
5 comments:
Why does Ohio get spelled out but PA just gets initials?
Seems rude to our neighbors to the East.
I abbreviate all the 'sylvanias. Tran, Penn, the one by Toledo. Until our neighbors to the East apologize for breaking our Palmer, and cracking that bell in Philly, they get no longhand from me!
oh man, a bowling alley in the basement.... as near to sporting paradise as you can get. i'd love to have one in my basement. nonstop pin action. and no waiting for your turn. too much fun. definitely worth it to hone the perfect follow through and form (at least for me). and tackling splits.
bw, what a wonderful husband you are to make that promise (leah, post it somewhere conspicuous as reminder. ha)
the next best thing is Wii bowling...and it takes much less space !
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