midget arm wrestling

Imagine if your dream job was to be the judge at midget arm wrestling matches. You would have to scour the country trying to find places that offered midget arm wrestling, and then you would have to compete with however many other people had the same calling for the very few positions available. You’d have to hold down a “regular” job to pay the bills, and that regular job would have to be flexible enough to allow you to jet off to Florida or New Mexico or wherever it is they have MAW contests at a moment’s notice.

I bring this up because I really, really would like to be able to live off my playwriting some day, and sometimes it feels as if that is about as likely as a person making a living as a judge (referee?) at a midget arm wrestling competition. So, until the unlikely day that I can make the transition, guess I better suck it up and keep the day job. I’m happy that one of my plays will get a reading outside of my influence (the reading in Connecticut) – it’ll be interesting to hear feedback from the director out there because I won’t have my lovely friends and family in the audience to laugh at my stuff. Will the Yankees find my work funny? Somewhat amusing? A decent diversion? Pedestrian? The cause of ennui? A shit sandwich? I’ll let you know what I find out in September.

I’m going to New York City (for work) at the end of next month. I’ll have a little bit of time to do some sightseeing. If you have any (cheap) suggestions of things to do/see while I’m out there, pass them on, please. Other than eating a hot dog from a street vendor and taking lots of pix and going to Strawberry Fields park, I don’t have any plans so far. Maybe I can find a midget arm wrestling contest somewhere…