Ingredients
- 1 person, other than the performers, in the audience of your improv gig... and it's your roommate
- 1 actual 16-year-old in your commercial audition (for a 16-year-old)
- 1 totally separate actual 16-year-old playing your friend in your filmed scene (as a 16-year-old)
- 2 overnight shoots
- 2 times that you throw up in front of your date
- 2 weeks until your day job starts
- $3 for a bottle of water
- 3 career aptitude tests
- 3 teenage tutoring clients
- 4 days as the only woman with 3 straight guys
- $4 pints of pre-made margaritas
- 4 days in New Jersey
Instructions
1, 2, 3, 4. The simplest numbers... a pattern as old as time (not really, technically.) Today's recipe is brought to you by the idea that all of life's greatest mysteries can be solved by life's simplest lessons-- lessons so basic, so ingrained that they're easily forgotten. But enough with this flippancy! Castrate your carelessness! Do you see that list of ingredients up there? You don't have time for this forgetful nonsense-- you must dig way down deep and selflessly extract some Laws of Nature, or else you'll continue to be subjected to date vomits, shocking career test results, and countless days in New Jersey.
Law #1:
Anything in a script that
takes place during the nighttime will be shot during the nighttime.
(That means
that, even though you have narcolepsy, you can’t avoid overnight shoots. Welcome to the rest of your career!)
Law #2:
Drinking on an
empty—entirely empty—stomach is never a good idea.
(That means that, even though you weren’t hungry, that little
voice in the back of your head telling you to eat something all day was right. Ms. Monday Fun-day, say "Hellooo!" to Ruined Tuesday!)
Law #3:
When you’re 5’1, roughly
100 pounds, cute, and blonde, don't be surprised when you keep getting type cast as a high school
cheerleader.
(That means that, even though you are 24 and never were
anything remotely close to a cheerleader in terms of both physical ability and popularity, you’ll finally be able to live out
that childhood adult dream. Cue Hilary Duff's "What Dreams Are Made Of!")
Wanna play a game called "Spot the Real High Schoolers?" |
Law #4:
When you don’t get a weekly paycheck, you don’t get weekly money.
(That means that, even though you’re tutoring at $90/hour, you won’t see that lump sum of money until the middle of next month when your paycheck comes. Another dinner of homemade, bulk black bean/quinoa/lentils/rice mash, please!)
Law #5:
People like it when you treat them like
people.
(That means that, even though there is one sole woman hanging with you
and your boys, you can still tell your boner stories and make explicit sex jokes! Does this mean you really needn't mention how she's cool "not like most girls" and you don't have
to reassure her that she’s funny-- no, like, really funny-- at some point, completely out of context? MIND BLOWN!)
Law #6:
Deals on alcohol are no different than deals in the clearance section.
(That means that, even though it’s $4 Margarita Monday, you don’t really want those margaritas. Mmm, this drink tastes not nearly as good as how quickly it was prepared!)
Law #7:
Career aptitude tests make you feel bad about your life.
(That means that, even though you already know what you want to do and are simply taking a few tests for fun, seeing "Clergy" as your top match is confusing and upsetting. Ooo, here, a "Vice President," you say?? Ain't nothing like knowing I should aim for 2nd best!)
Law #8:
Any venue's drink minimum also applies to you.
(That means that, even though you've decided not to drink for a while [see above] and you're performing at this comedy venue, you're not special so you're not exempt. That's right, "strongly encouraged" actually means "if you don't, you're an a$$hole!")
NO. No, YOU'RE NOT. BUY THE $3 WATER BOTTLE. |
We've hit the final countdown, lovers. There are only FIFTEEN (15) more recipes left before we hit the mark! It's only taken 2+ years, too! In honor of true & tangible DISASTER, these last 15 recipes will be coming at you daily. That's right. I said DAILY recipes for complete and utter total devastation to your livelihood. I'll see you on the flip-side on September 17th.
Thanks, Michael. |
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