The Kabuki Play 3

Kabuki is a traditional form of Japanese theater that portrays the lives of people who lived during the Edo period (1600-1868). While it's subject matter is primarily historical, Kabuki's extraordinary spectacles of color and sound through acting, dancing and music still symbolize contemporary life.

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HISTORY OF "THE KABUKI PLAY"

  • The original "Kabuki Play" writings exposed a brash inner monologue as I struggled through the trials and tribulations as a college student. Broken friendships, irritating dorm-mates and akward trips home between semesters kicked off the first "Kabuki Play" series. However, college didn't last forever and "the real world" was right around the corner with drama ten fold.
  • "The Kabuki Play 2," a darker and more disturbing account, told the unsettling story about my first job after graduating from college, it being one of the biggest trainwrecks in the history of "The Kabuki Play." After being caught in the middle of 10 consecutive firings in less than two years and being stuck with four pisspoor bosses, I decided that I'd had enough. So, I quit my job and cut off all the negativity in my life, and moved two hours away from home to start my life over.
  • With a new job, my own apartment and a new beginning, "The Kabuki Play 3" picks up where the second series left off and revisits my inner monologue as I try to leave the past behind me and spread my wings.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Lesson 2: Don’t Listen to Drunk People

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache. The sad part is I DIDN’T even drink last night! How pitiful is that? No… REALLY?

Earlier that day, I grabbed Chris Agro to keep me company while I cleaned my car’s interior. I KNEW he would ask me to go to the bar with him later that night, so I talked myself into going JUST because I’m a NICE GUY like that.

NOW HIRING: FULL-TIME WINGMAN/COACH/DESIGNATED DRIVER

As his newly established wingman/coach/part-time designated driver, I helped the boy get dressed up and sexified for the ladies’ visual pleasure. Knowing he’ll probably read this (and per his request) HE LOOKED SEXY AS ALL HELL! Yep, he turned a few heads and I’ll take SOME credit for THAT! :)

ANYWAY, Wellerson met up with us later on around 11:30, also in the same “I’m horny and need-ah girlfriend” predicament. Unfortunately, I do not have a Bachelor’s Degree in Bar Wingman. I can only work my magic in dance clubs (ask Tori and Brad-they seen it).

We hung out at Black Bear while Chris tried to mack it to Brad’s ex. Since he was getting nowhere and Wellerson and I were getting bored, we made plans to go to a Spanish club in New Rochelle.

THE BRAZILIAN THAT WOULDN'T DANCE

The nice guy that Wellerson is paid for our cover charges! THANKS W! Anyways, so the DJ was spinning hip hop and trance (my kind of stuff), but W PUSSED OUT and wouldn’t go on the dance floor! I was like WTF? I wasn’t about to go by myself, so we just hung out in the back watching. I finally got Agro to go, but as we were walking to the dance floor, the music switched over to Spanish music, and I can't dance to that so my ass turned right around.

The three of us losers decided to bounce and make a quick stop at McDonalds for a… 3am snack! Agro was making NO sense and talking shit (the belligerent drunk that he was), and got us lost for about 30 minutes while he told me to take the WRONG EXIT going back to White Plains!

Lost in the middle of Harrison, Rye and GOD KNOWS where else, I finally found my way back to where I needed to be--THANK GOD.

All said and done, it was a fun night, but the one lesson I learned is to NEVER EVER listen to drunk people and for some reason, Brazilian guys WON'T DANCE! ;)

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