PEEPS ROCKING ON...

I haven’t blogged in a while. Frankly, I’m lazy and anyone that thinks I’M interesting enough to check on my thoughts scares me to death. My thoughts are strange enough as it is. To have thousands of other humans knowing about it frightens me.

My grammar also might not be up to par today so just deal with it.

Anyhoo, this weekend was truly one of those rare blessings that only happen when all the crazy cosmic tumblers of life crash together within a 48-hour period. Hopefully, those tumblers crash within range of not burning anything or mix together a half-fly/half human creature that resembles Jeff Goldblum. A whole Jeff Goldblum is challenging enough to look at.

The first blessing came Saturday afternoon. My good buddy Grant wrote “Seven Pounds” that came out this weekend. Grant is one the few examples that the good guy DOESN’T finish last, not to mention that with hard work and strong determination, you can achieve greatness.

Friends and family head to Pasadena with Grant and his wife, Jill to see the flick. As for the movie, I was stunned. Not by it’s so called “secret” ending, but by it’s character’s sheer lack of selfishness, proving that even the smallest act of kindness can touch someone in the largest way.

Example: (I’m going to explain a scene here, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Believe me, it won’t ruin the story so just grow a pair and deal with it).

I’ll make it quick:
Rosario makes greeting cards. The old fashion printing press kind. One of the presses hasn’t worked in years. Will Smith sees this and how much this “world” means to her. It’s an escape. It’s a joy. It’s what makes her happy. In the middle of the night, with proper tools and a snappy montage sequence, he fixes it.

He finally shows her the now FIXED printing press. She is stunned, not only by the cachunk-cachunk of the now working press, but of the overall kindness that this stranger has given her. The look on her face is priceless, as if she hasn’t had human kindness like this in a lifetime. He wants nothing return. She is being taken care of. She’s happy. That’s all that matters. It’s simple. It works. This small act of kindness has made her heart all the bigger. It’s a moment of filmy goodness you’ll remember forever.

After the flick, we headed to Grant’s for Tacos and booze. To top it off, his wife Jill is three months pregnant, which I’m sure is more joy than even the greatest movie can bring… even greater than I dare say, “Cannonball Run II?” Only time will tell.

To see so many people there, all to celebrate the accomplishment of someone who not only earned it, but also deserves it… to share that moment with them is truly a wonderful blessing. You wish this could happen to everyone… every single damn day. Good times.

SUNDAY:
I sleep in. For once I can. No volleyball. No dog training. No illegal soapbox derby. Just snooze… until the wedding.

Yes, the wedding of my other friend and drinking buddy, Kevin. Kevin is low maintenance. Lower than myself, which some find impossible.

I’m not going into the details of the wedding, but the ceremony ended with an cool ELO “all skate” type song, which if I had my quads on, I would have done a couple of laps around the track and played a couple of games of “Joust” until my parents came to pick me up.

There’s wine, there’s food, there’s people stealing the fine silverware… well not really, I made that up. The best of all was being there. To see another one my friends move to the next level of a wonderful life. Rock on to that.

BTW, on the way home I found that my other friend Chad just popped the question to his girlfriend. Icing on the cake. I guess what the weekend shows is that to bask in your own achievements is great, but to share in somebody else’s is even greater.

Rock on to all three of you.