The showing was a bit... to be honest... small. Dinky. I asked Jack how many people had RSVPed and he replied by making a dime sized circle with his index finger. Jacob, Jack and I stared out at the crowd assembled for the all church picnic and pondered if we should really go bowling at Lucky Strike as we planned.
Everyone seemed to have someplace to go: a celebrity wedding, house hunting, and while Johann had one hour to kill before his California Equality meeting he flatly retorted, "I'm not going." Hollywood is a tough crowd. And on this note, I began to work the courtyard. While some thought I was taking my rejections personally, others hesitantly agreed to join us. At 15 to 1:00 o'clock I exclaimed, "We're leaving!" Becky ventured over to our table, glanced quickly at the whole grains Jacob had brought from home "just in case" the picnic had picnic food and reminded us that we should let people know where we were leaving to...
We set off for Lucky Strike at the Hollywood and Highland complex. It's safe there as we'd had previous gatherings back when we were the now defunct "CYAH" group. We got our shoes and prepared to bowl. It was Jack, Jacob, Paula and Rev Dave(all former CYAH alums) and we were joined by three new mysterious men: Justin, Ian and Skip and one woman: Katrina. It was our mission to get to know these new joiners and fully indoctrinate them into our group. Once you join Hollywood 20/30 you can never leave.
Justin is a just launching a children's entertainment business. He seemed unusually nice for Hollywood and had been entertaining the kids at the picnic. He had long shoulder length hair and he had to wait to bowl. Katrina is a nanny. Jacob spent alot of time chatting her up...no doubt sharing his knowledge of whole grains. Ian and Skip had been the dubbed "the new guys" by Jay Sowell so I was curious to get to know them. They both hale (hail?) from North Carolina where they went to the same film school but never knew one another until they moved to Los Angeles. Ian wanted to know where the "hills" are in Los Angeles and I honestly didn't know if he was looking for Big Bear/Idyllwild type retreat or the lousy TV show. He did say that North Carolina is very beautiful. Paula is looking forward to Comic Con next weekend. She's apparently missing my birthday party to go to Comic Con. I sure hope she enjoys it. Jack spent much of the time talking to me about websites. He recently saw mine... and he wants to redo his...but I told him that I am about to take on the updates for the church website so he would have to wait. He said that he would swap me some software if I helped him out..."what will you do for me?". I told him that the right thing to do was just to give me the software.
Rev Dave(who barely out-bowled me following some tips passed down by Jack's mother) and I had some really deep bonding time over the Diet Coke and limes that didn't stop coming thanks to a sterling waiter (coincidentally named, Sterling). Journey came on over the sound system and I confessed that "Don't stop Believin'" is one of my favorite all time songs. I want it played at my funeral, actually. Rev Dave (a former Bad News Bear) recounted the story of how Journey lost its lead singer and launched a world wide tour for its upcoming concert. Apparently, they have found a new singer in a trash collector from the Phillipines. I told Dave that if they were just a little more forgiving then perhaps they wouldn't have had to search high and low through the trash collectors of the South Pacific to get their group on tour again. He frowned at me like I'm strange. I am afterall, the author of the underground blog...
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