I’ve been so good about avoiding any news, articles, conversation, etc. about the Seinfeld finale for the last week. I didn’t get to watch it live, but since I taped it, I figure I’d only have to hide out for a little while. Unfortunately, yours truly picked the one bum videotape at The House of Rapp to record the long-awaited final episode. So when I went to watch it last night, the sound and video was halfway scrambled. #(^@=%!!
Fortunately I’ll be able to get a copy of it from someone so I don’t have to go Seinfeldless for too long. It’s a good thing, too, because apparently the final episode isn’t going into syndication, so if you missed it, you’re outta luck Charley.
We’re coming down to the wire with the last two weeks of Pick Up Ax. At this point I’m thinking, “Forget the damn ax! Pick up the numbers, wouldja?” Because to this point it’s been an artistic success and a financial disaster. Even the pimply 16-year old teller at the bank is laughing at me.
It hasn’t all been bad news though. We’ve had some real fun. This past Saturday night Tony threw a very cool party at his place. No puking, no smashed people making idiots of themselves, just a group of pleasant people relaxing while The Child Drunkard (complete with monogrammed apron) tended bar magnificently as always. Even I had a bit to drink, and that does not happen very often, a fact those of you who know me will attest to. It was very relaxing. And rather than drive back down to Irvine, I managed to get a good night’s sleep at his place. I think it paid off because our performance on Sunday was excellent. Probably the best to date.
It’s been so great working with everyone on this show. I truly can’t remember the last time I was in a show and wasn’t sick to death of the director or a castmate by this point. But it’s been a smooth ride personality-wise. Pity to see it end.