Kito the Adventurer: Next Adventure...

This blog was created. Lots of exciting things going on -- life has lots of twists and turns. Hopefully, we'll all keep it real; keep it complex. Best regards, Kito Robinson

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Too Much Fun: DC, Baltimore, Lexington, Los Angeles, Vancouver, Portland, Tillamook, Coos Bay, Humboldt County, Berkeley, Santa Cruz, Los Angeles

I have had so much fun since the California Bar. It's hard to believe I went almost a whole month without blogging. I miss you.

Fresh ideas to make blogging easier:
1. computer nerds and brain surgeons figure out how to get my stories on to my blogger and myspace at a drop of a hat.

Recap:

1. Tubing with rugby players in Lexington, Virginia -

My favorite rugby players: Can we say I heard a lifetime worth of penis jokes. One of my favorite outfits was a guy wearing a t-shirt that read "I'm with stupid" and it had an arrow pointing to his crouch. my favorite accessory was a belt buckle the size of a tea cup saucer that had a beer bottle opener. I have another category, but, well, there was a guy who wore white see through shorts when we went tubing.

My favorite drink was Mobius, which is an infused energy beer (no hang over and you get some vitamins).

My favorite personal drunken moment: I spilled some non-Mobius beer on a guy's foot. Then I went to get some water so I could pour the water on his foot. I poured the water from an upright position and hit the grass only, so I kneeled to get closer to his foot and fell. As an aside, everyone else was a lot more drunk. We all laughed at my efforts.

My favorite sober moment: I moved my three-legged chair a little to my left to make room for someone to pull a chair in the group's circle. Well, I pulled the three-legged chair on an uneven parcel of land. I screamed like a girl in front of rugby players as the chair and I fell backwards. The embarassing part was how quiet the rugby players were for about a minute afterwards. Fast forward, I decided to get some red "magic" punch. I hadn't taken a sip. I moved the three-legged chair, sit down and, you got it, the chair falls, again. I didn't spill a single drop of red "magic" punch on my way down. The rugby players made fun of me. I didn't spill a single drop of red "magic" punch on my way down.

My favorite excuse for drinking: We played drinking games, in particular spoons. I had too much sun earlier that day and hadn't had an alcoholic beverage in about 6 hours. Everyone else was drunk, so I stopped playing because of my unfair advantage. Instead I just stood by and watched. My favorite penalty for losing was - rugby player has to run about six yards naked (no pants, but shirt optional) and girls had to either drink a full cup of beer or pour the beer on her croutch.

My favorite "it's a good idea at 4 a.m. drunken rugby player moment": fireworks in the camp fire.

Other good times: I had fun tubing, dancing to blue grass music, playing an air banjo, tubing, swinging from a rope into a river, learning to pitch and dismantle a tent, and meeting lots of great folks.

Thanks to my friend Marie for having a cousin that threw such an awesome party. Thanks to Marie's sister for transporation.

2. Mystics v. Sparks game in Washington, DC

3. Mary J. Blige Concert in Baltimore, Maryland

4. Visit with friends

5. Road trip to Vancouver, Washington and Portland, Oregon

At mile 71 I wondered if "we're there yet?" I was so startled (not swerve out of the lane startled, but more like double look, stare and thank god the road was straight startled) when I looked down at the odometer and saw "71". At 71 miles I'm not sure we were even out of Los Angeles County. My niece doesn't ask "that" question until 242 miles into the trip. I was shocked (not because it was a dumb question, but because she's 10; I felt like a loser). So I challenged my niece by asking her eighteen times in a row "that" question. She responded, "okay Auntie, I won't ask that question again." Deep inside I felt vindicated.

We drove a little over 2300 miles.

6. Drive from Tillamook, Oregon, along the Pacific Coast, to Los Angeles in four days with Niece

We drove a little over 2300 miles. One of the things I learned about myself is that I am officially more concerned about aliens from outer space than anything else, including the Taliban, the axis of evil, or where to purchase single serving size peanut butter.

7. Stop in beautiful places, including Coos Bay, Oregon; Berkeley, California (Go Bears!); and Santa Cruz, California

8. Register with another legal temp agency

9. Register with extra casting agency

Acting World:
I was on the set for "Close to Home" today. I was a municipal employee in the day and a ghost bride at night (Halloween scene). My bride's costume was cool. I did have some trouble with the veil and my hair though. But once I stopped trying to wear the veil like a yarmulke, little jewish hat (pronounced yamaka), I looked great. Honestly, I walked back to wardrobe with the veil in my hand and was sent to the hair stylist's trailer.

(Two minutes of my life wasted. For what? Who wears a bridal veil like a yarmulke? Who thinks of wearing a bridal veil like a yarmulke?)

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Don't You Hate It When You're Too Sleepy to Stay Awake

I'm so sleepy that I started hallucinating. Earlier, the blinking green light on my cell phone suddenly turned into ants marching towards me until I focused and its a cell phone again. Right now, the television went from a dark scene to a light one and the rim of my eye glasses looked like a flying brown monkey. I'm wearing the eye glasses, so the monkey was kind of too close for comfort. The worse part is that I keep leering at these morphing objects to ensure that all is still the same.

We (the family I lived with in DC) went to a Sparks v. Mystics game tonight. It was a fun and exciting game. We did the wave five times. We were on the jumbotron. I cheered for both teams. Why is it that people, usually men, get so upset at sports that they aren't actually playing? This one guy turned five shades of red and two shades of purple. From his vantage point he was sure the referee did not see lots of fouls. The lady right behind me told her friend she thought he was going to have a heart attack. All the kids within three rows peered over shoulders and watched him rant. Some of the players faked fouls though. They seemed to deliberately get in the way of a running person and stop. As a spectators, we should all be happy when a win occurs period. The Mystics won. The other team did fancy exciting dribbling and shooting too. And we got to do the wave.