Oh, The Irony of It All....

So there are currently 2 social epidemics in Orlando, Florida (in my opinion).

1. Everyone complains there's nothing to do for young urban professionals
2. It is full of ewoks (short, chubby men with gold teeth who make weird noises and clicking sounds that I am supposed to interpret as English)

Tonight, I shall be addressing issue # 1

A few weeks ago, I held an event (bowling and dinner at Bahama Breeze) that was a success. Meaning, people came out, participated and had a good time, made some new acquaintances . A few months ago, I held a dinner at my home, with the same result. So, I am being very proactive in regards to trying to remedy social epidemic #1. ( Epidemic # 2 is genetically related, and I'm going to do my part by ensuring I don't propagate it by breeding with the ewoks. ) However, no one wants to take the initiative to organize the events as described above. Whats up with that? I try to have events that do not involve the "club," so people can meet and mingle in a non-"bootylicious" "sexually charged "atmosphere. Its really fun, but I hate that not enough people show initiative to create things to do here in Orlando. Back in Tennessee, EVERY weekend, someone was having a fight party, cookout, pool party, All White Linen Affair, bowling, playing pool, take a short trip out of town together, or just dinner and a movie as a group, and it was the same people doing it every time. That gets physically and financially exhausting. Any suggestions?
That was Knoxville, TN. If I can stay busy and entertained there, I should be able to do it ANYWHERE.

You know what else? This has nothing to do with the above statement (not directly anyway)....but why is that I get 50 billion invites to go out with my friends the times when I work 6 day weeks and am tired as hell? Yet, when I'm itching to go out....no one is in town or they're sick, or they don't want to dress up, or pay the money (cheap bastards). I can't take it. It makes me feel like I have a bipolar social life...Its feast or famine...no happy in between.

Lastly, something that is movie related. I just watched the trailer for Bangkok Dangerous. I must have this obsession with film and bad hair pieces. They are so wrong for putting midnight black dyed weave in Nicholas Cage's approaching near light speed receding hair line. Now I love me some Nick Cage, but he is getting old dammit....let him age with dignity. Hollywood, don't do him like that. He's been too good to you (and us) cinematically to take him down to that level.

BTW, I don't know how long the ad will be up or if you can see it....but if you look to the right...I didn't know Justin Timberlake looked like that under his clothes...Apparently, I've been sleeping on little JT. I thought he was just a little pale bag of bones that could sing and dance....DAYUM..He is an undercover hottie. I never noticed that he had such muscular definition before. Beunas Noches!!!