Hugos Lounge. Sunday night.
I was walking to the DJ booth. A sexy blonde girl walks past me. We look at each other, but keep on walking.
Later, I see her at the ATM in the lounge.
After she finishes, I take her by the hand and say "I think we should get to know each other better, don't you?"
[Her] I've got 250.
[Me] Um...... what......?
[Her] There's $250 in my hand.
[Me] O.........K.........
[Her] Don't you want it?
[Me] Um....... no.......
[Her] Aren't you selling cocaine?
[Me] No.......
[Her] So, why are you talking to me?
[Me] Because I like you.
[Her] Oh.
And so the turbulence of single life resumes.
(actually, that wasn't the end of it. Anyone who wants to know more is free to ask me directly)
She later told me that she thought I was gay. I get that a lot in Sydney. I never get that in London, or the US. I had a girl tell me: "you speak well, you dress well, you can dance. Aren't you gay?" It used to be frustrating, but now I just run with it and see how far I can string people along.
I think it must be the british accent.
Actually, related to that- I remember telling you all last time that I live in quite an affluent area of Sydney, which obviously is quite nice. However, in the 2 years that I have been here, I have never met a posh australian. Ever. I don't think such a thing exists, or is even possible. It could just be my North London education, making everything look commonplace in comparison, but no matter how much money people have here, it always seems to simmer down to boardshorts, sandals and drunken beach barbecues. It's amusing to watch, I guess.
I haven't been doing any auditions recently because I'm actually going on leave from next week. I'll be doing the usual rounds to see as many school and university friends as I can, but also my parents have recently moved back to Nigeria, so I'll be going there for the first time since leaving as a child, which should be interesting. My itinerary is thus:
Mon 28th March-Fri 1st April: NYC
Sat 2nd April-Fri 15th April: London
Sat 16th April-Sun 23rd April: Abuja (Nigeria)
Sun 24th April- Tue 26th April: Amsterdam
I then go back to Sydney to start a set of nights.
If you're reading this, and are available in/near any of those places, then I'd love to see you, so please get in touch so that we can make plans. I'll also be going to Germany for a couple of days to catch up with Sami and Jennifer, but I hope we can all work around that.
The movie that I was in (called Last Ride) had its screening at an alternative theatre in town on Monday, and I was pretty pleased with the way it turned out. It was shot in one continuous take, but done several times, and the director picked the best take for release. When the DVD comes out, anyone who wants to see it is welcome to.
It was a really fun experience to do, as all the actors and director and make-up artist were all living in the same house for a week, and we would do a take each day. We really got to bond and get to know each other really well, and I couldn't see any obvious mistakes in the final product.
I'm pretty glad with the feedback that I get from these circular emails- I actually find them quite therapeutic to write, and I'm glad people like reading them. Sometimes it's a bit tricky pitching things at a level which is interesting and entertaining to everyone, while not offending anybody, but I think I do OK. I'd just like to avoid a situation like that in the 2nd year of medical school when Bassel was called before the Dean to explain what a bitchslapper was.
Anyway, I'm glad to be in contact with you all- doctors, actors, dancers, school and university friends alike. Let's all try and cross paths over the next month or so. If I can get you a discount on the movie, I'll definitely do so. It's not as frightening as "Night of the Living Dead".
But more frightening than "Night of the Giving Head".
I know.
I REALLY should be tired of these by now.
Victor.
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