Sheen, Showers and Such

Okay, so Charlie Sheen bombed at my hometown Fox Theatre last night.  Anyone shocked, here?  Are we done now with the Warlock, “Winning!”, Tiger Blood and the Goddesses?

You know if I acted like that I’d lose my job, too.  My wife would probably have me committed and my kids would change their names.  There would be no agent or arena waiting and willing to book me.  Heck, my neighbors would treat me like I had the plague, or was a Libertarian or something.  They’d want my butt right in jail, or an asylum (or maybe on Dr. Drew).  But if Robert Downey Jr. was coming over  my house for dinner there’d be a line around the block to catch a glimpse.

I can’t believe the time national networks have given to this drug-addled buffoon.  Where’s his dad to set him straight, where’s Emilio, where’s anyone who really loves him?  Here’s the thing; I do believe if you’re in the business (Hollywood type) you go nuts after a while.  You’re indulged too much, you indulge too much, people want to hang around your success, maybe a little cash will fall out….

I just hope we’re done now.  You know, I actually am a Two and a Half Men viewer. I’ve laughed out loud (with much guilt) over the antics of those guys.  Who didn’t appreciate Sheen in Wall Street?  Who didn’t like “Wild Thing” in Major League?  I still hope we’re done.  Good luck Chicago and wherever the Torpedo Tour heads.

Anyway, reality is my daughter’s wedding shower.  A couple’s shower arranged by the groom’s Aunt Mindy.  A great time with our small family to connect with the groom’s larger one.  And no silly games, thank you very much.  Just chat, gifts, some Bellinis and lunch at the very hip and environmentally friendly City Flats Hotel in Holland, MI.

Reality is walking the dog in the morning, not so much for the dog but for my heart.  Reality is having to go into work Monday and speak with a troubled employee. Reality is not being able to screw up and be celebrated by even the news arms of the various networks.

Charlie, I don’t give a rats behind about your career or your craziness.  I don’t want to see you on the news, though I will watch the occasional re-run.

My daughter, soon to be son-in-law , my son, some of my friends should be on the news just because they are normal, hard-working people.  They should be the ones celebrated for making it through a normal day’s work, school, family problems without checking out, sparkin’ up or getting hammered.

Here’s to the normal boring people, around the globe.  Go to work, love your family, take care of yourself, have faith in the One who gave you life.  In my mind, the Warlock can’t touch you.  To me the real celebrities are the folks who make the mundane fun, rewarding and anything but mundane. And they do it without making $1,000,000.00 in a lifetime, rather than per show.  See ya’.