Pies and Tights or How I Remembered to Play

Ah-ite check it: On a boring whim I decided to randomly reply to acting ads on craigslist. Let's just say that I had the acting pustule and it had to be squeezed, as it were. Or, rather, the acting bug burrowed under my skin and layed little bug eggs that hatched in my heart. The acting whore pimped herself to this Johnny and....aw nuts, you get the picture.

So anyway I got one reply for a student film. It's a screwball/slapstick farce of a fairy tale in which I would play a vain prince who, in classic comedy fashion gets pies tossed in his face. Oh, and I'd have to wear tights and a feather in my cap.

I figured it this way--Just about anybody needs to have a pie tossed in their face at least once. Translation: sometimes you just gotta step outside yourself and have a sense of humor about life. At 30 I know I'm at a weird stage where I'm supposed to think and act like an adult and be all serious and what-not. Well that's fine and well when you're at work, but my philosophy is that you should never forget how to play. Never. If you lose that, you lose part of your soul. I believe that.

So remember kids: Go outside and play. There's Freeze Tag, or the saucy variant LOVE Tag...and in the evenings it's Flashlight Tag (actually Love Tag can be in the evenings IF you know what I mean). Or if you prefer have at it with a little Kickball or Dodgeball. Whatever--go nuts. Pick up that dusty 'ol stack of Uno cards, play some Jenga, Trivial Pursuit, Cranium, Scrabble, or Clue. Your inner child will be glad you did.