Friday, September 15, 2006

R.I.P. Scarlet, 1990-2006

Well it's been a bad year for cats in the O'Dair family. In the last calendar year, we've lost three. Last week we lost sweet little Scarlet. I never said this while Bucky and Zed were around, but Scarlet was my favorite. Not that I didn't love Bucky and Zed, but Scarlet was just special. She was sweet, would let you hold her upside down, and no matter what she just wanted to sit on your lap. Also very fast. Quickest reflexes of any cat I've seen. While Scarlet was a very small cat, she never perceived herself as anything but a completely dominant Alpha cat. Small but fierce, was the way I always described her. True, she terrorized Bucky quite a bit and could be quite a bitch, but I loved her ceaselessly and so did Bucky.

I should also mention that my dear friend Peter also recently lost his dear little Liebnitz under much more tragic circumstances. Feline leukemia, which as we speak is ravaging the feral cat colony Peter has been caretaker of since they moved to Wilson Ave. Liebnitz did not make any pretensions to being the sharpest claw on the paw, but dammit was she cute and she could chase the laser pointer like a fiend. Too bad we never got Bucky and Liebnitz together when they both had their sexy lion cuts.

Tomorrow is the last day of my mindnight-9 a.m. shift, and I'm looking forward to returning to my "normal" schedule of 6 p.m.-3 a.m. No matter how you slice it, working at night sucks. Lisa is performing next week with a former French rock and roll star, and I won't be able to see the show. Billy Goldberg asked me to go to the tennis matches at UCLA, and I wasn't able to go. Skylar and the boys have signed up for a rec league basketball team that I'm supposed to play on but the games are at night, so I won't be able to go. Tim wants to stop off on his way back from Hawaii, but I have to work so what's the point? And that doesn't include random movies, shows, concerts, drinks with people, basically the stuff that makes living in a city worth it. So I ask you, why am I working at night? For the love of reality TV, I guess.

So weekends are the only time I get to socialize in any form. Saturday I got off work at 8 a.m. and went and sat on the beach for an hour, then went straight to a bar in Santa Monica to watch the Buckeye game at a place called The Shack. I found the Shack on the OSU Alumni web site, as it was listed as a place to watch the game in LA. To my surprise, the place was packed with scarlet and grey wearing fans who were very enthusiastic about the Bucks. It was a little surreal seeing all these OSU people in LA, as I thought I was the only one. I met a bunch of cool people and plan on going back for each game, if my schedule permits it. Saturday night I hung out over at Lisa and Milo's playing guitar and listening to poetry and drinking wine, which is always a good time. Sunday afternoon I played hoops with the hoops crowd, and Sunday night I went to a stand-up comedy open mic at the Improv. It was brutal and extrememly non-funny. There was one good joke all night: "I was really into Goth when I was a teenager. You know, I had the black hair, the makeup, the flying buttresses." That cracked me up but the rest of the group were really bad. Made it seem easy to get up there and be not the worst person on stage. Next week we're going to try a different open mic and see if the talent pool is any different.

Will Dan keep his night job? Will his growing dissatisfaction get him fired? Will his boss read his last post and fire him? Will he lose his mind and go postal on the reality TV world? Tune in next time on California Screamin'.

1 Comments:

Blogger the apple lady said...

Hi Dan.

I KNEW you had to have a blog out there somewhere. Jeannine told me tonight where to find it. I've got one too, but it's not a personal one. I gather from this post that Bucky Is No More, and this saddens me. I'd give you my e-mail address, but I don't want all the world to know it. In case you still don't recognize me, I'll repeat what I said to you once before: "So, Dan, how's it feel to be a rock star?"

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