You can will your eye color.

I love it when a plan comes together. However, sometimes it doesn't and things turn out even better.

On Saturday, I arrived in Silverlake ready and rip-roaring for my Upright Citizen's Brigade improv class.
Funny story, the whole block lost power.
Luckily, I was able to negotiate the bathroom of the theater with the help of my key-chain flashlight (practical stocking-stuffer win).
But it soon became apparent that the theater —being a theater— was very dark without man-made luminescence.

We had no choice but to take a snow day.

Our teacher, the incomparable Will McLaughlin, suggested taking a field trip to the nearest bar.
We ended up staying for just over five (5) hours.

What was supposed to be a three hour improv class turned into an extended afternoon/evening of joking, musing, story-telling, and all around shit-shootery.

Best improv class I've ever had.



Tonight, what was supposed to be a short networking dinner (something I normally try to avoid like vasectomies) turned into an extended evening of adventure at the home of my friend, a future out-door television celebrity.

We ate stir-fry and chinese chicken salad on the floor in the "yoga room," discussed our ideal futures in the present tense, and explored the possibility of a last minute camping trip that would get everyone home in time for work the following day.

I find it difficult to discuss my ideal future, or where I "see myself" in ten years. If I knew exactly where my life was headed, where would the adventure come from?
We watch scary movies in the dark for a reason.

After exhausting ounce of conversation the yoga room had to offer, we took the rest of the Blue Moon, two boxes of Mochi, an a sourdough baguette to the beach.

Our future out-door television celebrity had a trunk full of JanSport jackets from a sponsorship deal, and spend a good while making sure everyone was duly equipped for the 57° F evening weather.

We sat on Venice beach by the water and enjoyed Mochi and Blue Moon, making sure to pour some out for the homeys.

Pictured: the homeys

I plowed through the sourdough baguette I carried under my arm. The conversation took a turn for the existential, exploring the Law of Attraction, and the power of subconscious.

An argument was made that your personal appearance is subject by your will. If you will it hard enough, you can change your eye color, hair color, skin color.

I'm not convinced.


Still though, best networking dinner I've ever had.