A Case for Happy Endings

I first heard of Happy Endings from the Totally Laime podcast where Elizabeth Laime had Casey Wilson on. I actually watched the pilot because I wanna see Wilson. Why she was kicked out from SNL, I’ll never understand because that woman is funny. If you haven’t seen it, the show should be available in Hulu, just look it up. And if you need reasons to see it, let me give you some:

  • It’s like watching Friends – and let’s be honest, don’t you miss Friends? Fine, it’s not the same, but this really takes the edge off, and soothes that itch that cannot be scratched away. But let’s compare: Friends is NYC, Happy Endings, Chicago; both have six friends compromised by three guys and three girls; Friends all white folks, Happy Endings more multi-cultural; both started with a bride running away from a wedding.
  • Penny Hartz – played by Wilson. She plays the single gal, and who doesn’t love a single gal? We all have one of those in our group of friends. She dated a guy named Hitler, and she considered hyphenating her name if she ever marries this guy: Penny Hartz-Hitler. Yes, hilarious.
  • Dave and Alex – the series is probably going to revolve around them and their relationship. One indication of this is both are played by painfully pretty actors. They both have faces that you put on empty picture frames when you buy them from your local craft stores.
  • Crazy Jane – Alex’s older sister. If I get to choose to be one of the characters, it’ll be her. She’s a control freak, she’s very competitive and she’s a fun drunk. I’m all that.
  • Black Brad – the show has a token black guy! As one of the main characters! On a major tv network that’s not BET! America is moving strides with its diversity. Felt that? That’s my eyes rolling.
  • Max – he looks like a fat Paul Rudd or a chubby Chris O’Donnell. That alone, I’m sold. He looks like a fraternity guy, but his character is gay. He’s breaking every stereo-type, so I’m all for that too 🙂

Technically, I shouldn’t really need to make a case for the show – I heard it’s already renewed for a second season. Yay.

Happy Endings

Trapped in Utah; or, The President Made Me Miss My Great Grandmother’s Funeral

My dad’s mom’s mom, Granma Rosie, passed away Good Friday. I was in Barcade in Williamsburg, Andy and I were just leaving his best friend’s birthday party, when I got the phone call from my dad. I let it ring and go to voice mail; I didn’t want to pick a phone call about bad news in the street. I waited to get home so I can be in my room. I knew he was calling to let me know Granma Rosie passed away, my dad would never call me past nine o’clock on any evening unless it’s an emergency or news that cannot wait until the following day.

Funeral arrangements were made and I decided to go. Pueblo is a small city and does not have an airport, the nearest airport is in Colorado Springs, and that airport is not big enough to have any direct flights from New York City. Twelve gates, one terminal – it’s tiny. My itinerary is to fly over Colorado to Salt Lake City, then catch a connecting flight to Colorado Springs. But on that particular Thursday, a coworker told me that the President is flying in. Not really an issue until I found out that when the President flies in, they clear out the airstrip and no one can fly out or fly in. So I stayed in the plane knowing I’m going to miss my connecting flight. Sure enough, when I got to Salt Lake City, the last plane going to Colorado Springs has left five minutes before I landed.

I like Obama, and I’ve always thought he’s my golden boy – he can’t do anything wrong in my eyes. Until he made me miss the great grandmother’s funeral.

I was given a new itinerary – I fly in the morning to Denver, and then fly from Denver to Colorado Springs. Not even a direct flight was available. On top of this, no one can pick me up. All my family members will be attending the service in Pueblo, and then driving down sixty or so miles to Gardner for the burial.

I was ready to accept the fact that I’ll miss out on seeing everyone when cousin Jen told me that her husband was picking me up. That calmed me down real fast and spent the night in a hotel provided by Delta, eating food they also provided. All was well despite the fact I would be spending the rest of the night surrounded by Mormons.

The next two days, the President quickly made amends by killing Osama bin Laden. Golden boy and I are cool once again.

Day 12 – My Body, My Choice

I’m doing the Fifteen Day Challenge – click here to read original post and view the list of fifteen challenges.

Dear Tummy,

I never paid attention to you – which is hard to believe because you’re right there in front of me. I never had a problem with you before, was never had a body-image problem all through out my awkward years in high school. But today, we’ll make a change. Over the weekend, Navy SEALS killed Osama bin Laden. We know nothing about those brave men, but one thing is for sure – they have flat tummies. I’ve always thought that if I’m going to hell, it would be for pride, but now, we have a new reason: vanity. The devil’s favorite sin, too.
Since last month, I’ve lost ten pounds. Nothing to celebrate about, but that’s something. I say we shouldn’t stop there and keep working. I’ve been told I look like I’ve lost a few pounds, it’s hard to take his word for it because he’s my boyfriend, he can be biased about it.
So Tummy, you’ve hurt me enough as it is. I hope you’re sorry. I will try my best to get rid of you. And when you’re gone, also know that you’ve been forgiven.

Love,
Ken