A Sheen Getaway
I just returned from a fabulous two-night three-day getaway to Atlantic City, New Jersey. The greatest freedom about becoming single again is the punching of your own time clock. I used my time wisely until I was punch drunk and out of time.
I auditioned at Ryan Casting for a speaking part in a pilot TV show for True Crime network. I participated in Bally’s casino promotional filming for the grand opening of their ICandy burlesque lounge headlined by sultry Baywatch cast member Angelica Bridges. In between acting, my method was to overindulge in life.
On Thursday, I saw a mesmerizing Cirque du Soleil show at Boardwalk Hall. Chock full of unusual acts, the evening’s biggest surprise may have come when the establishment carded my company before serving her wine.
The following day, I got reacquainted with a woman my contemporary who I used to work with twenty years ago.
Like a glutton for more sensory stimulation, I basked in four hours of deep tissue massage, pushed my body through gym workouts and ate like a heavyweight at buffets. On Saturday, I got befriended wearing my bathing suit in an inhalation room then put on some good threads to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra play in Ceasar's Circus Maximus Theatre.
Duh, I heard the Charlie Sheen tour is off to a rough start. Well, I felt like two and a half men for a couple of days anyway.
posted by Joe Tornatore | 1:17 AM
6 Comments:
Winning!!!
DuH!
Hope you had some Tiger Milk while you were at it!!!
Your writing is so self serving and asinine it is virtually unreadable.
anonymous,
If you return to read any more blog stories, you will find that I mostly make sport of myself with self-deprecating humor. Sorry you didn't catch a Sheen to it.
It says "self serving". Two completely different things. If there were anything self deprecating or humorous about this, maybe it'd be better.
Anonymous Wordsmith, You are misunderstanding my reply. I said if you viewed the blog's theme as a whole through its body of stories my style is intended to be self-deprecating. The blog story in question is no doubt self-serving because it was written in the vein of how I lived one weekend like a narcissistic Charlie Sheen.
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