30.7.09
Dear God....
29.7.09
28.7.09
....Back from Vegas-Pass the ketchup!
24.7.09
Finally in Vegas!!!
Vegas!!!
22.7.09
Alcohol is Greek for "GET ME SOME DAMN DRINKS!"
I’m back! Boy, do I have some stories for you. But first, had a great day enjoying the sun with one of my buddies. Had some sun tea, not my favorite though. Some weird thing he made up. Anyways, let me tell you what I got going on.
First off, I've been working a bunch this week. Almost 2 gigs a day. If you read my last post, you might of guessed what it was. If you haven't, the job is doing catering. It’s some money coming in right now, while I figure out what I want to do (God knows Kelly my roommate really wants me to get a job. He's a hard ass sometimes but that what makes us work together - a story for another time)
Anyways, one thing about catering is that there are a lot of aspiring actors. In fact too many. The cool thing about all these people is that we always watch each other’s back. For example, I almost got caught eating the buffet food and a co-worker, she's a big girl mind you, hit me on the arm, I re-acted so fast, I spit the bite I had out and it flew back into one of the chaffing dishes. Luckily we just finished setting up and no guest were there yet. Apparently the manager was walking around checking stuff, so she really saved me. Good people.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the food. Can you believe some of this food? Its so good. I mean, you try running around for hours serving plates of delicious appetizers just inches from your face. Yeah, you know you’d take a bite too. Bacon-wrapped shrimp and blue cheese, Kobe beef burgers with gouda cheese, heck, even the coffee tastes like gourmet. I dream about this stuff. Other than that, it has its moments – sometimes -- but it’s not the best job around that’s for sure.
So, let me get to the point of this story, about what happened last night: Of course, I got in trouble with my boss, finally. I was waiting for that to catch up. We were setting up for a wedding and there was no booze. A completely dry wedding. Can you believe that? Odd for me – growing up in the Kansas I never needed an excuse to have a good time with my buddies and big events like this, there’s not even a question that there’s going to be drinks. It just is. But not a big deal, I mean, I respect their choice.
Unfortunately, at wedding’s alcohol is what gets the dance floor going. Ask any wedding DJ, the music doesn’t get going until the drinks are flowing. You have the wedding party dancing, the bride and her father are in tears, and everything moves… you know? But, not this time. You could hardly get anyone out on the dance floor. And I was watching the bride, out there with just a small amount of people, looking at all her guests stuck to their chairs and I could just see she was upset. So I put down my serving platter, walked over to the DJ and asked him to play one of my favorite songs “*Freebird*” and I jumped out on the dance floor –
-- and I made a complete fool out of myself!
Of course, I was running around the dance floor too, grabbing girls and getting them to dance with me, then grabbing guys to dance with them. By the time the song was over I had twenty more people out there (it was a long song) and by the time I left the dance floor almost all of the guests had started dancing. I think I saved the party. But apparently my boss had to give me a warning. That’s what I get for having a good time. But, its ok cause I got a good tip from the father of the bride. $50. It pays to go all out sometimes. Ok, so I spent a little bit too much time out there. But, I think I was doing more for that wedding by dancing than serving cheese and crackers.
What do you think?
21.7.09
Headed to work...
19.7.09
18.7.09
I need a girlfriend...
17.7.09
Testing...
13.7.09
Just got this site up....
Hey guys. Just got this site up. What do you think? It was definitely more difficult than I thought. One of those things where you say “I should do this” and you get really excited and then two months later you’re looking at a half-done project laying on your coffee table. But those days are over… cause I made it!
So, without further adieu here is my first post. It's to let everyone know a little something about me. It’s kind of a big deal, though, because I made a promise to myself recently that if I started something I’d see it through to the end. Start what you finish, that kind of thing. I just have a feeling I’m letting too many promises to myself go without any effort.
So, if I’m going to start this blog I have to see it through. Of course, you’re reading this right now. I’ve already typed it. So I guess we both know how I made up my mind.
So….. a little bit about me: I’m Scot Su. I grew up in Kansas. When I was young – very young – I wanted to be a country and western star, wear a cowboy hat, play a guitar and own a mustang, the horse, not the car. My mother got me a little, red cowboy hat from the Salvation Army and I used to wear it every day, even when I was taking a bath. Embarrassing I know, but I was a determined kid. I wanted to be a musician and that red hat was the first step to my goals. Of course, later… much later than I want to admit, I realized that I would have to sing and that kind of blew the whole deal. Then I moved on to sports. But, I still remember my dedication and that hat.
Alright, I’ve just started and I think I may have shared too much already. I’m going to go see if there’s any cereal left or if my roommate has eaten it all.


