Day 3 of the Challenge- I'm gonna play for money instead.

Well the Challenge is officially underway. It got off to a slower start than expected on account of the whirlwind of a weekend my parents led Chris and I on. I will say, it's not the easiest thing to come back from the kind of weekend I just had. My parents packed about a month's worth of Chicago fun into four days, everything from a Bears game (exceeded my Da Bears SNL skit envision and more) to Westside story (the Jets are gonna have their way tonight) to Chinatown (don't go), a Blues Club (go, but be ready for numerous "cracka" jokes and "whites can't dance" jokes) bike riding at Navy Pier, and drinks every step of the way. I wish my parents could come every weekend, but I'm not sure if I could handle it. By Sunday night I had to beg my dad to come home rather than going to just one more bar like he insisted. My dad can drink his Gin and Tonics until the cows come home, and after a night of great Blues he could have given a shit about cows, he just wanted more drinks.





Thus far into the challenge I am taking it very seriously. I am diligently doing my writing work and have not even attempted to lay out once with these last few days of summer. And I have made myself wait until at least 5:00 before having a drink. Part of my writing day is reserved for job searching, as well. I already went on one interview yesterday and was offered the job, but after thinking about the position very carefully as I am not going to just jump right into anything this time, I declined it. It was a great position, and I loved who I would be working with, but in the end I decided that if I am going to become a dog walker I would probably like to be a bit of an entrepreneur and start my own dog walking company. But I was of course flattered to be offered the position on the spot like I was. They liked me so much they said I could even drive the pet taxi, a position not offered to just anyone they mentioned. As tempting as it was, I just couldn't shake the vision of me as Harry driving a large van decorated to look like a shaggy dog delivering dogs covered in ketchup and mustard. It's kind of funny to me how I hated my last job so much because I found it to be so humiliating and yet here I am interviewing to walk dogs... But ironically I don't find that humiliating at all. Driving a pet taxi? Yes. But walking the dogs doesn't embarrass me one bit. I've had to deal with co workers shit before. As long as you got a bag it aint no thing.



But enough talk about work and jobs and co workers shit. Let's talk about the fact that I think Chris and I might have just decided last night that we are indeed making the drive back for the first HOME GAME!!! Well he's still up in the air, but I told him I'm going for sure. I just won't have it any other way. We drove three hours last year to get to every game, what's five more hours on top of that? Just more tailgating time in the car is all. I can already taste the Bloodys and feel the sun shining on me in the beer garden. I'm predicting the new Party in the USA song for post game celebrating with be Gaga's newest, because we all know how thrilling it is to here the word "Nebraska" in a song. It's right up there with seeing Nebraska in a movie, or having Tommy Lee film a reality show here (WTF was that all about by the way?.) I don't care if the video is creepy as hell, she says Nebraska at least ten times! And I for one think she got our state pretty right on in the video, what with the scary mermaid trapped in the barn, playing a piano in a thong in the middle of a cornfield, sadistic dancers stripping and gyrating on each other at the farm. If that's not Nebraska then I don't know what is. Sure, she could have gone a different route, but where would the shock factor be if she instead had T.O. dressed like a merman in barn? Or the entire football team gyrating on each other in the farm, or my favorite Carl Pelini in a thong playing the piano. Everyone would have expected this and that's not Gaga's style.



Well, no more dicking around. It's time to get back to work on my screenplay so I can make some money someday. Because like the great Bubba Starling once said, "I'm gonna play for money instead." Me too, Bubba. Me too.