Eve & Bob: Date #98
By Eve Sturges
Hey! Street Corner Bob!
I meet Bob on the street corner. Not THAT street corner, assholes. A Silver Lake street corner. And actually, I already knew him, but I couldn’t remember his name. And I wasn’t looking for him, it was an accident.
Bob is an actor and was just performing with a friend of mine. So when I saw him on the corner, instead of yelling “BOB!” I yelled “HEY! NAME OF THE PLAY!!!” He turns around. He’s just hanging out, handing out free tickets, doing some PR for the show. (P.S. Great Show. If you know me, and live in Los Angeles, email me and I’ll tell you all about it, and may even be willing to see it again.)
Back to Bob. So he’s not doing much on the street corner, just some PR. Nothing that would be hindered with a margarita or eight. I was on my way to meet my friend, but she is no where to be found. Bob is my new friend! We drink margaritas and talk about movies. (Note: when conversing with actors, films are always a great way to get them talking. And talking and talking…and talking. A few standards: Shawshank Redemption, Pulp Fiction, Milo and Otis).We eat chips and salsa! We talk about movies some more! Enter: Lydia (aforementioned missing friend, an actress herself who also has a lot of Bob stories that may, from time to time, appear in this blog. Stay tuned.) More chips and salsa! More margaritas!
Bob has to leave, he has to go perform in the show. He needs someone to help with sound check. I am obviously the perfect candidate! I have a degree in performing arts! I took Tech Theater 101! I have perfect hearing! At the theater, he pays me with a Snicker’s bar. We discuss the recent ad campaign. We don’t understand it. Does anyone understand it?! (No, really, I’m not being rhetorical. What does “Peanutopolis!” mean?)
After the show, which I stay and watch again with Lydia, who enjoys it as much as I do-- especially after being chosen as audience participants!—we all stand around, you know, talking and stuff. Everyone is tired. Everyone drank the night before. I go home, feeling suddenly very attracted to 1. A Bug’s Life (thank you Netflix) and 2. Being horizontal.
Turns out, Bob likes “A Bug’s Life” too! Imagine that! But I’m not in the mood to make out, may not even be in the mood for dating ever again. (Don’t’ worry, I have an amazing way of not dating, and yet, finding myself on dates. There will still be “Eve and Bob” material!) And Bob’s a super trooper about it. He teases me, “Could you please stay on your side of the bed and ‘work on yourself’?”
We sleep like brothers on a hotel bed.
In the morning, he thanks me, “Thanks for not making out with me. Maybe we can not make out again sometime” And we go on with our days, our lives, maybe we’ll never see each other again.
Un…less I go see the show again. And I probably will. It’s really funny, and laughter’s a pretty big deal to me these days. So, everyone: call me! Let’s go!