Live Vicariously Through Me

[Demblowski]

Hi, this is Matt Demblowski, long time IRC reader, first time journaler. --I've been searching for work for the last couple of months. I'm not gonna lie, it's been great (except for the whole living on my savings part). I've always thought that if I didn't have a job or school to worry about I would do SO much stuff. And let me tell you, for the first month or so, I did (I slept 'til noon everyday). But lately I've just been going to interviews and sitting around reading the IRC (and eating turkey sandwiches).

People are always telling me "it would be so nice to be unemployed, if I were you I would do this..."

Well, this is your chance. This journal is gonna be about what you would be doing if you weren't enduring the regular 9-5 work week; in other words if you were me. I'll do whatever it is you would be doing, or WANT to being doing if you weren't at work. I'll do anything (as long as it isn't cruel or too illegal); I'll go to the museum, read a book in the park, even do your laundry. Keep in mind this is your chance to LIVE! (if I get too many laundry requests I gonna start to spread rumors about how lame your life is). So just email or PM me and let me know what it is you would be doing if you weren't at work. I'll do my best to chronicle your adventure.

-Matt

 

[Demblowski]

Episode I: The Secret Fantasy Life of Erin Foley

OK, I went on my first excursion yesterday and boy, what an adventure it was. My first suggestion comes from Erin who writes:

“If I were unemployed, I would take a nap on the grass in Central Park.”

What a totally awesome suggestion! -And what a perfect day to go to the park. The following is a record of your afternoon as you would have experienced it, Ms. Foley, minute by minute, thought by thought. This journal is NOT about ME, it’s ALL about YOU. --Time to make some “magic”!

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Tuesday, May 28, 2002

3:15 PM You leave your apartment, conveniently located a few blocks from Central park. It is partly sunny and 72 degrees. This reminds you of LA, or at least what people have told you LA is like, because you’ve never been. On the way, you run into some Catholic School Girls. They love you.

YOU: Hey how’s it going? I’m going to take a nap in central park and I’m chronicling my adventure as I go. Would you be in a picture with me?
CATHOLIC SCHOOL GIRLS: Sure (girlish giggles)
YOU: Greeeat. [picture taken] Ok, well thanks. My name is Erin (a.k.a. Matt) by the way, what are your names…
CSG: (Deafening silence)
YOU: Nah, that’s ok, it’s cool you don’t have to tell me your names.

[Ensuing Fantasy conversation:
YOU: So you go to school around here?
CSG: (Deafening silence)
YOU: So you like Eminem?
CSG: (Deafening silence)
YOU: So you wanna go out?
CSG: (Deafening silence) ]

3:30 PM You arrive at the park. Most people think it’s pretty easy to just roll up and nap on the grass. This guy is catchin’ some z’s on a newspaper, and this dude didn’t even bother to get fully clothed for his afternoon of respite on the lawn.

But you, Erin, are different. You like to catch a snooze the old fashion way; with a pillow, pajama pants and some peace and quiet. Time to get busy nappin!

3:39 PM You can’t resist this spot overlooking the lake. Uhh, rocks are hard.

4:15 PM You head to Sheep’s Meadow. You meet this guy, Vincent. He has been playing guitar for 2 ½ years. Some of his favorite bands are The Cure, The Grateful Dead and The Beatles. You tell him about how you used to play the guitar until you messed up your hand in a freak car accident involving a Rolls Royce and someone calling you chicken. He tells you about how these ultimate players threw their Frisbee at his head and scratched his guitar. You tell him how much you want to take a nap. He plays a striking rendition of Blackbird for you. You weep.

4:24 PM True Story: you are allergic to grass, Erin. You can’t sleep on grass without breaking out into something fierce. So you ask these 14 year old girls if you can catch a snooze on their blanket. They like your pajama bottoms. 14 year old girls dig you SO HARD! These chicks were SO about to take their clothes off! But whatever, this afternoon is all about taking a nap. So, that is what you did with your new friends. You love life. All is well in the world.

4:45 PM Teenage girls, dudes playin Blackbird, and a nice little nap; can this day get any better? Um yeah, apparently. As you are walking out of the park, how ‘bout you run in to, I dunno, LL Cool J!!! Booyah!

YOU (to Lisa Ackerman): Dude that’s LL Cool J!!
LL (to his totally ripped male companion): Dude is that Erin Foley, living vicariously as Matt Demblowski?
YOU: Hey LL, can we get a picture?
LL: Sure, you got a camera?
(thought crossing your mind: No, wait here LL COOL J, while I run home and get one.)
YOU: Yeah. [picture taken] Thanks, brother.
LL: Stay in my corner, aight.
YOU: No doubt, no doubt.
[YOU and LL are so cool together]

You and LL flashin' your gunz.

[Ensuing Fantasy conversation:
LL: Those are some nice pajama bottoms you have on.
YOU: Thanks, I just took a nap out on Sheep’s Meadow.
LL: Dude that is SO cool.
YOU: Don’t I know it. (hi five)
LL: So what are you doing now? You wanna hang out or something?
YOU: Ah, I’d love to, but I gotta get going.
LL: You sure? My buddy and I were just about to watch some Deep Blue Sea.
YOU: Aww man, I can’t…
LL: Well, why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll give you a call sometime…
YOU: Umm, yeah, I don’t really feel comfortable giving out my number…
LL: Oh.
YOU: But maybe I’ll see you around.
LL: Sure, sure. (long pause, then weeps)]

Wow, that was a blast. You go back to your apartment and listen to “Doin’ it well” over and over again. Word.

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Well, that’s all I got for now. I might augment this transcript if I have the chance. For now, I had a great time finding out what you, Erin, would be doing if you were not at work; your life is SO COOL! Thanks so much for the suggestion, keep ‘em coming. Also, I want to thank Lisa Ackerman for accompanying me on “Erin’s adventure,” she was a big help with the pics. Tomorrow I have a couple of job interviews, but I should be able to squeeze some fun into the day. So let’s do it up!

Peace
-LL Cool Demblowski

 

[Demblowski]

Episode II: KAMALA!

All right, it’s been a little while since my first entry…what can I say, being unemployed is a full time job? (no...it's not.) In any case, I got my next suggestion from kristaphone, who writes,

“If I weren’t at work I would get a French manicure and then meet Charlie Todd in Union Square Park, where we would drink some 40s.”

Can I just say one thing: awesome! I met up with Krista last week and she gave me the kiz-natch for the manicure and beer (yes, some aspects of this journal aren’t vicarious.). The following is what you would have experienced, Ms. Amigone, clip by clip, cuticle by cuticle. This journal is NOT about ME, it’s ALL about YOU. Prepare yourself for a day of unadulterated ecstasy!
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Friday, June 7, 2002

2:30PM You arrive at Bloomie Nails, located at W 18th and 7 Ave, just 1 block from The Peter McManus Bar and Grill. This is the first time you have EVER had a manicure. You are VERY nervous. The last time you were this nervous was in 7th grade, when you gave a presentation about atmospheric weather trends in the western hemisphere. You dressed up as a professional golfer and made clever statements like “They’re experiencing PAR weather down in Miami” and “This cold front is gonna DOGLEG up the east coast into New England.” --Sometimes people just don’t get you. This is probably gonna be one of those times.

2:35PM You meet your hand care specialist, Kamala. She is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. If she were not on the job, you would definitely ask her out. She does not speak English very well…BONUS! You try to initiate a conversation.

YOU: This is the first time I have ever had my nails done.
KAMALA: How come you decide to do them?
YOU: Uh…it’s a long story. Let’s just say I lost a bet. Do you get a lot of first timers in here?
K: Uh, sometime.
YOU (looking around): Yeah. Maybe I’ll come back if I like it.
K (completely not paying attention to you): Do you want me to square or round off nail?
YOU: Oh, um, round off, please.
[Note to self: Hand care specialists don’t like to chit-chat. They get right to work.]

2:47PM The fumes from the nail polish are intense; it doesn’t take long for you to get high. Being high makes you horny, Krista; that and being 22.

YOU: So what’s the longest nail you have ever filed?
K: Mmm, this long (indicates about 5 inches with her fingers)
YOU: Wow, that’s pretty long. Did it take a long time for you to do that person’s nails?
K: No.
YOU: Do you have a preference for a certain size nail?
K: No.
YOU: I see.
[Note to self: When it comes to nails, size does not matter]

YOU: So have you ever done anyone famous?
K: (puzzled)
YOU: Like have you ever done Kurt Russell’s nails?
K: Oh, no.
YOU: How ‘bout someone with 6 fingers?
K: (stops painting)
YOU: Nevermind, I’ll stop talking.
[Note to self: some hand care specialists get pretty sensitive about their clientele]

2:55PM Kamala finishes your nails and tells you to dry them under the blower. You feel stupid and cheap; you forgot to tip her BEFORE you got your nails painted. Now you’re going to have to reach into your wallet, potentially screwing up your immaculate manicure. You feel like you blew it. She rubs you down. Ah, sweet Kamala.

3:05PM After your nails dry, you look around for Kamala; she’s ALREADY moved onto another customer! Man, you feel so used. You pay her and walk away…in shame. How could something so beautiful make you feel so dirty? --Dumb hand care specialist. You didn’t mean ANYthing to her.

3:15PM Time to meet Charlie. You give him a call and decide to meet at the deli on the corner of W 18th and 5 Avenue. You are happy to see him (hi fives!)

Dude, easy on the nails, these ain’t no Lee press-ons!

3:20PM You and Chuck hunt down some beers. So many choices...

TerryJ?

You two are such bad-asses.

3:25PM You arrive at Union Square Park. You realize that there are cops all over the place and that it is ILLEGAL to have an open alcoholic beverage in public. -Like that is gonna stop you from getting faced! PUH-LEASE.

Suck it 5-0.

4:00PM You get sleepy and pass out. Good news: you have one of those sex dreams you’re always telling everyone about. Bad news: it involves Bea Arthur and a foot. All is well in the world.

THE END

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Good times! Thanks so much for the suggestion, Krista. Your life is pretty sweet. --Be sure to keep an eye out this week for a couple of killer entries I have coming up. I may also edit and update this entry (if I decide not to be lazy). Thanks again to Charlie and Lisa who helped with the pics. --Feel free to send me some more suggestions.

Stay posted,
Matt

 

[Demblowski]

Episode III: Wolf-man, a still-life.

Boy, do I feel like a jerk. Last week I spouted off about how I had “a couple of killer entries” I would be posting soon, and here it is Thursday of the following week and I’ve hardly left my apartment. That’s not cool. But fret not, things get HOT in the annals to follow!!! Charlie Todd writes:

“Demblowski, if I were not at work, I would be trying to get laid. Good luck.”

Wow, do I detect some sarcasm in that email? Cos’, I mean, for real, it’s the “trying” part that I’m gonna have a problem with, you know what I’m sayin’?! I may have to self sabotage this adventure…(long pause, sigh) Ugh, I hate my life.

Anywho, this journal is NOT about MY LIFE. It’s ALL about YOU, Charlie Todd. The following is a record of your day, as you would have experienced it, hottie by hottie, luva by luva. Hold on to your hats, it’s time to get nasty!

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Tuesday, June 18, 2002

2:14 PM You leave your apartment and head to the Central Park Zoo. You ALWAYS see SO many hot chicks at the zoo. You love it there. Not to mention, they have really excellent funnel cake. It isn’t long before the wildlife tries to get up on your junk.

Dude, keep your snake to yourself.

2:30 PM Getting the ladiez to pay attention to you is an art form in and of itself. This guy has fashioned a silver hat out of trash bags and party streamers, and this dude has taken to recklessly endangering his life by juggling razor sharp machetes. You, Charlie Todd, are a little bit more sensible. You know that there is a certain finesse involved in garnering the affection of the fairer sex. You know that women don’t want to be wooed by an attention-starved daredevil; they want someone who is sexy, mysterious and sensitive to their needs. You decide to get your face painted.

FACE PAINTER: Vat vould you like me to paint?
YOU: You know, something sexy and mysterious.
FP: Hmm…mysterious like volf?
YOU: Yeah, wolves are cool! …but make him kinda sensitive.
FP: You still vant fangs?
YOU: Yeah. But give me like a single tear on my cheek.
FP: OK.

This was definitely a good idea. Everyone is staring at you. More importantly, you feel like Buck in Call of the Wild. That dog owned the Artic. Today, you are gonna own the park. POUNCIN' TIME!

Hey come back…I'm not really a wolf.

3:00 PM Check it out: you get this totally sweet idea to “engage” your “prey” in “conversation” before you make love to them wolf-man style! You are SO wicked.

You were postin’ on these chicks like benorbeen on the IRC! HARDCORE!

These ladiez were from Lugano, Switzerland. And they were European in ALL the right ways. For any other American werewolf in Central Park, this would pose a serious cultural problem. But not you Charlie Todd, you happen to have family a half an hour north of Lugano, Switzerland. Boo-yah! You lay a little swiss-speak on them!

YOU: Voulez-vous coucher avec le wolf?
LADIEZ (in plain, unbroken English): We have boyfriends.
YOU: Sacre-bleu!
LADIEZ: You are strange.
YOU: Yeah, I know. Mind if I howl? (howls) …That’s what I do when I am heartbroken.
[By the way: Lugano is located in the Italian speaking part of Switzerland. You knew that, but decided to go French anyway. Make them live in your world, playa!]

3:12 PM You meet Tanya and Megan. Good news: they are animal lovers. Tanya is a graduate student in journalism at NYU. Megan is into birds. You don’t care. You tell them about your favorite movie, Teen Wolf 2, starring Jason Bateman and Kim Darby. You feel this movie is seriously underrated. You tell them you are planning a special viewing and round table discussion of this cinematic classic this weekend at your apartment. They give you their numbers. SCORE! Chicks in this town are SO EASY.

Blah, blah, blah…STOP TALKING!

3:41 PM OK, time to focus. You NEED to get laid. You prowl. You even develop a wolf-man dance that you think is going to attract the ladiez. And of course, it does. --A sure fire “lay,” as it were. You ride her ten ways to Tuesday.

Will you call her? Yeah, you’ll call her…the next time you need to bury a bone. You are such a dawg.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
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NICE. -I think we all pretty much knew how that one was gonna end. --I had a good time, I hope you did too Charlie. –Thanks to Krista for the help with the pics.

On a more serious note; I needs a job. Employment is my destiny; for real, I’ll do anything. If anyone knows of any opportunities, lemme know. I’d appreciate it. All right, time for me to go cry into my beer...oh wait, I can't AFFORD one! Stupid economy.

Keep 'em coming,
-Demblowski

 

[Demblowski]

Episode IV: The Surrogate Son

Whew, it’s been a long time since I last posted…my bad. I have a great excuse, though: I was out living lives! I’ll try to get these up soon (read: eventually). –In the meantime, my next suggestion comes from AndyD who writes:

“If I wasn’t at work, I would probably be at home hanging out with my mom.”

NICE! I gave Andy’s mom a call last week and asked her to treat me just like her actual son. She was TOTALLY down with it. The following is a record of your day as you would have experienced it, Mr. Dickerson, moment by moment, tale by tale. This journal is NOT about ME, it’s ALL about YOU. Buckle your safety belts, it’s time to get maternal!

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Monday, July 1, 2002

2:00PM You arrive at your childhood home in the charming burg of Brooklyn Heights, New York. You love it here. It’s like Chicago, but without all the White Sox. You purchase some beautiful flowers for your mom. She is touched.

Ain’t no thang mom.

2:40 PM You meet your cousin, Marco. He is unemployed. He is also from Pennsylvania, loves the ladiez, and is planning to spend the day with your mom. The resemblance is uncanny. You show him your online journal. He loves it.

YOU: Yeah, I started this online journal.
MARCO: That’s SO cool.
YOU: Thanks.
MARCO: I wish I had had that idea.
YOU: Yeah, LOTS of people wish they had this idea.
M: Can I give you a suggestion…?
YOU: Sure.
M: “If I weren’t at work I would rob a convenience store.”
YOU (rolls eyes): Is that REALLY what you would be doing if you weren’t at work?
M: (pause)…probably not.
YOU: Yeah that’s what I thought. Well, keep workin' on that!

3:02PM Your mom is from Prague and she knows how to live—Eastern European style! She doesn’t want to stay inside and do housework all day (read: make you do housework all day)—AWESOME—she wants to go outside and relax. –You are not one to disobey your mother. You and she decide to take a walk down memory lane.

Ahh, the sites of Brooklyn Heights: they remind you of the childhood you never had.

3:10PM You cruise up to this scenic overlook of Manhattan’s financial district. Wow, there are A LOT of office buildings downtown…all filled with people who have jobs, stereo systems, and enough money NOT to live with their mom! You weep.

O-kay, I get it! I’ll get a job!

3:31PM Your mom has planned a surprise for you. She is going to take you to your favorite place in the whole world: Red Hook! You get in the car and drive—like a bat out of HELL! You and your mom pop and lock to Daft Punk music the whole way! Your mom is the COOLEST!

One more time! We gonna cel-e-brate! One more time! (hi fives)

Finally, you arrive at your personal Graceland.

YOU: What is this place?
MOM: It’s where you’ve always wanted to live, ever since you were a kid.
YOU: Really?! In this dirty old warehouse?
MOM: Yes, you always liked how the trains run through the building.
YOU: Wouldn’t that make it difficult to sleep?
MOM: Hmm, I suppose so.
YOU: I’d imagine it’d be kind of drafty too.
MOM: True.
YOU: The plumbing probably isn’t good either.
MOM: Well, this is what you ALWAYS wanted! I'm not making this up! You'll just have to do a lot of remodeling.
YOU: OK, mom. It's cool. I'll make it work. I'll make my dream home work!

No cell phone reception. Hmm, go figure.

4:00PM You and your mom head home. But not before meeting up with Marco for a brew at Henry’s Ale House. Henry’s menu features a wide variety of foreign beverages. Your mother orders a Starobrno Tradicni, a delicious light lager from the Czech Republic. You order an Amstel Light. You are a classy dude, Andrew, a REAL classy dude.

Quick, point to the unemployed guy you like the most! Aww, man.

4:45 PM After Henry’s you walk home. You ask your mom if there is ANYthing else she wanted to do today. You tell her that you are fully prepared to do some chores if she wants. But she says you have been the “perfect son.” You think she’s lying but aren’t about to argue. --You go to your room, slam the door and turn on the TV. Oooh, Shipmates is on. ALL is well in the world.

THE END
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SWEET. I had a great day, I hope you did too, Andrew. Mrs. Dickerson and Marco are awesome people. Special thanks to them for going along with “Andy’s Adventure.” Also, I’d like to thank Lisa for helping out with the photos.

On an unrelated note, the hunt continues. I know you thought I was all joking when I was like “for real employment is my destiny” and all that stuff I said in my last post. But FOR REAL, EMPLOYMENT IS MY DESTINY! I need a job. So email me if you know of anything. In the meantime, I have set up a paypal account.

Support America’s youths: donate to The Demblowski Fund.
AWESOME.

Later dudes,
-Matt

 

[Demblowski]

Episode V: Mak Attak!

Geez…it’s been way too long since I updated this journal. –I guess I took a vacation from being unemployed? That doesn’t make sense. In any case, my next suggestion comes from Brownstone Brat who writes:

“If I were not at work I would go down to TRL and hang out with all the teenage tourists. And if I were really crafty, I would find a way to get up in the studio and on TV.”

Wow! What a totally AWESOME suggestion! The following is a record of your day as you would have experienced it, Ms. Sklaren, popstar by popstar, video by video. This journal is NOT about me it’s ALL about YOU. Set your VCRs and get ready to countdown to an afternoon of teenage delight!

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Friday, September 6, 2002

1:15AM: You arrive in Times Square, Manhattan; the heart of New York’s Theatre community. You run into world-class performers on every street corner.

So how long have you been with the Warp Tour?

Check this out: BBMak is on TRL today. You don’t know ANYthing about them. But that doesn’t stop you from mingling with their unsuspecting teenage fans.

1:31PM First up: Candice. She is BBMak’s BIGGEST fan. She has seen them 12 times in concert, met them 6 times in person and has all of their albums. More importantly, she has fabricated the perfect plan to get up in the studio. She has affixed a picture of her face to a silver helium balloon, which she plans to dangle outside of Carson Daly’s TRL window. You think she is a genius.

YOU: Hey, I’m Robyn (a.k.a. Matt) are you here to see BBMak?
CANDICE: Yeah, I’m like their biggest fan.
YOU: Cool, so am I!
C: Are you a member of the B-team? [BBMak’s fan club]
YOU: Uh, no.
C: Oh. (pause) I made these jeans last night. See, they say “BBMAK.” I kinda messed up the bottom, so I decided to just make flames and stuff.
YOU: That’s SO cool. Let me get a picture of that. [picture taken] Awesome. I think I’m gonna try to make a pair when I get home.
C: You should, it’s not that hard to do.
YOU: You’re definitely gonna get up in the studio when they see those.
C: I hope I get to touch Steve’s hair.
YOU: Me too! (long pause) So is that just glitter around the pocket, or is it a special paint…
C: It’s just glitter.

1:45PM A production assistant from MTV comes down to scope the crowd. Her name is Lauren and she is delectable. She sees that you and Candice are HUGE fans. She immediately picks Candice to come up and be a part of the studio audience...that’s cool, it’s not like you wanted to go up into the studio. You are depressed. You talk to Candice’s Mom, Celia. She is a Revlon cosmetics woman who recently quit her job to freelance as a lounge singer at weddings. She is divorced, and very lonely. You go into lady-killer mode.

CELIA: So do you play any musical instruments?
YOU: Yeah, I play the guitar and the saxophone.
C: Ahh that’s nice, my Candice plays the piano and drums.
YOU: She seems like a lovely young lady.
C: Yes. I am always running her everywhere, to school, to lessons, it’s crazy.
YOU: Wow, that sounds hectic.
C: It is, it is…but I don’t mind. (pause) So do you play in any groups?
YOU: Yeah…DREAM TEAM.
C: (awkward silence) That’s an interesting group name.
YOU: Yeah it’s kinda gay.
C: You said it, not me.

2:40PM Lauren returns! This time she hangs out on the fringe of the crowd, eyeing the multitude of fans that have shown up to see “the Mak.”

You approach, and finesse her into giving you a studio pass.

YOU: Can I have a studio pass?!
LAUREN (looking around disappointedly): Um, how old are you?
YOU: Uh, 17!
L: Are you a big fan?
YOU: Hello, I’m like their biggest fan!
L (dejectedly): Oh…kay. Here you go.
YOU: Nice.

She didn’t stand a chance against your sweet talkin’.

3:15PM In the studio: Before the host comes out to run through the countdown, the “warm up” girl, Courtney, gets everyone fired up…by berating the audience for not having enough spirit. She made this girl move from her choice, front row seat to this poorly lit aisle row at the end of the studio bleachers. Apparently, she didn’t cheer loudly enough when Courtney introduced today’s top video. –You and she are currently dating.

CHEER HARDER!

3:32PM During the commercial break you meet Christina, the “shout out” girl. She is absolutely merciless when it comes to picking people to do the “shout outs.” You deliver the goods.

YOU: Hey you think I can do a shout out?
SOG: Sure, let me hear it.
YOU: Right now?
SOG: Yeah.
YOU: OK. “Hey…this is Matt…I’d like to give a shout out to all my friends…WOO!?”
SOG: Yeah we’ll come back to you.
YOU: AWESOME!
[superfluous note: Christina never came back]

3:57PM About half way through the show you realize you’re sitting in the “reject row,” Brownstone. To your right are two, 27 year old Irishmen who came to New York to see The Blue Man Group. To your left, is a burly Texas man with an auburn moustache and cut off muscle T-shirt. He was chosen off the street at the last moment to fill out the studio audience. You exchange pleasantries.

YOU: So what brings you to New York?
TEX: My sister is getting married, in town fer the wedding.
YOU: Cool.
TEX: Yeah, I told her and her fiancé to jus leave me off, you know? I’ll entertain myself while they take care of all the last minnit’ stuff.
YOU: Good thinking.
TEX: This is ‘bout the sweetest thing I done so far. I spen’ most of the morning in the arcade.
YOU: Oh yeah? Where?
TEX: ‘Cross the street at “Barcode.” Yeah they got this skiin’ game…it’s pretty sweet, you know?
YOU: I’ve never been there, but it sounds cool. (pause) So do you like BBMak?
TEX[indignantly]: Hello?! I’m a member of the B-Team.

4:15PM BB in the house! The Mak finally make their appearance. They talk to the host and debut their new single, “Into your head”. You sing along.

4:25PM Five minutes ‘til “wrap.” Candice gets called up to meet the Mak.

You try to get her attention…HEY CANDICE!

…then remember you are about 100 yards away.

Stupid reject row!

4:35PM After the show you meet up with Celia. Candice tells her that she got to talk to the guys on camera. You nod. Celia thinks you and Candice have a shot at being in BBMak’s next video. You think she is crazy. Candice agrees.

MOM: So you got to talk to them during the break?
CANDICE: Yeah they told me where they are staying; 23rd and Park.
MOM: Do you want to go over there?
CANDICE: Yes!
MOM: I wonder if they need an opening act.
CANDICE: (rolls eyes)
MOM: Well I sing you know.
CANDICE: Whatever MOM! We know.

Yeah, “whatever mom” indeed. You go back to your apartment, drink some pepsi blue and read the lastest issue of Teenbeat.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
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Well, that’s all I’ve got for now, Brownstone. I had a sweet time, I hope you did too. My apologies in regards to the pics, I took all of them myself, several of which are screen shots of my TV (no cameras allowed in the studio). Yeah, I know, I ain’t too good with the technology. I may try to fix ‘em.

Stay tuned,
Demblowski