So if you were to check the date and time of this post, you would see that it reads,"August 1st 2005, 7:30am!" I'm sure you're puzzled as to why I would be up this early on my day off. An interesting story to say the least, but to quote David Brent "You are the best. Their opinion"
So Kuhns got scouted to audition for the Mtv show 'Next'. I don't really know what the show is about, but it has something to do with him going on a date or something or other. Long story short, after his second audition he was selected to go on this whole date scenerio. Great. Good for him. The plan was for him to be picked up by a limo at 7:00am this morning outside of our apartment. Great.
Last night after a crushing tennis match with Norris (more holds the trouphy for yet another week) I came home to take a shower and lay around 'till Bed-e-bye. Once about 12:30am rolled around, I gave the sandman the headsup and layed my horribly attractive head down for some much deserved rest.
My alarm is going off. My alarm is going off. My alarm is SO loud. My alarm is going off. I roll over to hit my alarm clock to silence. I hit it once, I hit it again, I begin hitting every button trying to get its pulsating unique ring to stop its intervals of annoyance. Only after I realized the alarm was going off in 4 second intervals that I realized it was actually my telephone ringing.
After looking about the room to assure no one had see my emberassment, I picked up the phone to view the dead man's identity(I thought it was TJG, and I was going to kill him) on my caller ID. Upon seeing a unidentified California number, I thought it could be any one of my LA contacts, and I threw on my best 7:00am voice and prepared to hear from my big break.
Blade Miracle has begun to redicule Kuhns. Its become his new game I guess. He enjoys it. For some reason, Justin's phone has the propensity to drop calls frequently. His phone just won't ring and there will be no missed call notification or voice message of any kind. His phone just won't ring. Blade loves it, and calls justin all the time. Just last week Blade, in jest, said "Kuhns, I hope you miss an important call because your phone sucks."
I don't remember what the woman on the other end began speaking about, but about 6 words in, she began about, "from Mtv, and Justin was suppose to be outside 20 minutes ago...do YOU know where he is?" I looked about the room blindly and saw no sign of Kuhns. I got up off the bed and marched through the apartment looking for my roomie when I discovered him standing in the kitchen.
I said into the receiver, "I found him, he's in the kitchen. Kuhns, the Limo is outside." After that last bit of news, Kuhns looked down to his dormant telephone, used a curse word, and began to hustle to slip his shoes on. With my 'Job' done my attention went back to the Mtv exec on my telephone...then it struck me. "So how did you get my number out of curiousity?"
Without hesitation she replied, "Well, Justin listed you as his Emergency contact, and this is an emergency...so" Wow. What an honor. If Kuhns died, I would be notified. I've never felt like more of an adult in my entire life. As kuhns scrambled to get his shoes on, I realized something; I had been complaining since I arrived in California that I was socialy the most adapt creature I've ever met, and If I had the chance to shoot the breeze with some higer-up I would blow them away. I saw my reflection in the hall mirror still in my pajamas with the phone on my ear...the 'A' game so many have experienced and come to fear came back in my eyes..."Let's do this".
I started out slow, still on the subject of Kuhns, but then I began talking about my day's plans, about Justin in General, about Nebraska, what I did the night before, if I'm hansome, how she's single...you know the drill. Moore began to come out, and I had this girl laughing like I was Pryor in the 70s. I could tell she was busy, and needed to get off the phone, but I wouldn't let her. I would send her a quick 1-liner, or a compliment of some sort, and she couldn't get enough. I had her hook-line-sinker and just kept rolling.
When I decided the converstaion could end, I drifted toward calling back or something or other and we began our good-byes (not without me hitting on her one more time). She laughed hard again, and I pushed the 'end' button. I looked at the call time, and I had turned a 30second converstation into an 8 minute social meet-and-greet. If felt really good to practice the old skill, and gave me plenty of reassurance that when the time is right...I can and WILL knock them dead. I just have to wait for my chance to have that conversation or meeting...and they're toast.
Something big is on the way...I can feel it. (Or maybe that's just the morning duece.)
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