41 is just a highway in Florida
An Oscar by 30: yearbook expectations set too high. It was 1985, and I didn’t know anything about entertainment. I didn’t even know how I was going to get my book reports in on time.
“Do what you love,” said my guidance counselor, Mrs. Green. I couldn’t see how what I loved would get me to the Kodak; certainly not on my schedule. Did I even know what I really loved? Just the same, her eyes were sparkly and earnest. I didn’t listen. She died of cancer, having spent her life guiding kids like me: we were ignorant. I hope she loved that job; it sure seemed like it.
Two decades searching dungeons for dragons and finally making the fearful flight to Hollywood, only to be greeted by the news that it would take another ten years.
39 came and went, leaving me with the familiar feeling of turning my work in late: how little we change.
Two years’ diet of Xanax and caffeine brought me to a wiser, vegetarian 41 and a half. I’m only now starting to get comfortable with this…
moment…
now.
Oh, the time I wasted being who I was trying to be, and not being who I was.
Kids, don’t try this at home.
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Meat is murder.
Sam is the recent casualty of a PETA video, and we haven’t eaten anything that once had legs, since. What’s more, we’ve followed Jerry O’Connell’s lead and eliminated additives from our diet, except for the packet of Splenda I have in my morning tea, which I don’t know that I could actually give up.
I weighed in at 204 this morning, which is almost “wedding weight.” I’d like to shed another 9 lbs, and I think going veg is going to do it. Not only is it making me leaner, but gone are indigestion, and hopefully some cholesterol points. Plus, it just feels un-cruel, and that’s worth my weight in gold.
It’s just one of the many adventures I’m grateful for over the last 1,459 days. Four years ago tonight, I logged into connexion.org and read the first message from Sam, and then we went to dinner. This is where it all began.
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Sam
Sam and I had our first date four years ago today. It started with an iChat and resulted in an impromptu dinner. I’d already eaten, so I drank sangria and watched him eat. Then I searched for the Mel’s Diner *not* on Sunset, as that one would likely have been a madhouse. Not having a very good sense of direction, I drove us all over town in search of the one not on Sunset. After an hour, we went to the one on Sunset anyway. I have a masters in False Economy. It’s a good thing that Mel’s is open 24 hours, because I think we stayed there until 3am. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
It’s been an amazing four years. I’ve never been more thankful for the life I have, and Sam’s place in it. I love you, brah.
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