Wendago

Vegas was fun. We saw “O”. The hotel upgraded us cuz it was our wedding. We ended up with a great suite. Dean and I hit the Blackjack tables and I was up $800 by the end of our stay and Dean was up more than two grand…all the while the girls partied and bought stuff.

The wedding was small but sweet. Mel always said she never wanted a big wedding but I was surprised Vegas was acceptable to her. Guess she just wanted to bind me while I was finally willing. Little does she know I’m the one who won the prize. Tricked that silly wench into bein’ my woman.

Funny, on the way there, Mel pulled one of her “I just saw a dead body on the side of the road” deals. It was no trick and no joke. In her mind there was really a dead body there. This happens all the time and I do mean all. Bigfoot. UFO’s. The Lock Ness. Mel believes in all of it. Dead bodies too. It’s never dull, always the fantastical. And what is really really really odd is that some times she hits. Not even Vegas could tally her true odds at winning at the unworldly.
On the way back the news reported some hitch hiker finding a dead body on the side of the road exactly where we were when Mel said she saw it and I ignored her. Oh well.

Leaving for Vegas today. We’re driving…wondering if that’s gonna be a mistake. We rented a car since that will be nicer than dragging my new bride across California on her wedding day in an old beat up Chevy.

Last week I downed my pride and stopped in at the ol’ Bookstar to sign an emplyment application. That’s right, big time Hollywood screenwriter begging for a book stacking job. So, I’m sitting there filling out the app when I hear, “Dude, didn’t you write Jason X?”
My first celebrity sighting. Some Friday fan recognized my mug from the flick and internet pics. Then he stares down at the app and asks what’s up? His buddies start snickering. Horrid experience. And in the end, they didn’t even offer me the job. But that’s fine. I’m doing another Ghost Writing assignment. There is, of course, this looming idea that if it gets made and becomes a block buster that I get no credit, no recognition and no more money but when you are looking at your watch and it says broke-thirty, you do what you gotta do. I still seem to always find money when really needed. Blessed some call it.

Well, I survived the Jason X experience I suppose. At least my friends were supportive. John Jarrell, Kurt Wimmer, Hensleigh, Dean Lorey and Riesner. They were all great. They’ve all been there and they all told their worst most embarrassing stories…well, Hensleigh’s never been there. But he knows we all have our flops, he’s just had a great run.
Dean Lorey and Elizabeth are heading to Vegas mid-month and asked if Mel and I would like to go. Maybe it’s time Mel took my last name. Elvis maybe? I gave her a ring about a year ago. It was gonna be the two of us and Dean Riesner at Disneyland inside our favorite restaurant, the Blue Bayou, when I popped the question. But the Blue was closed. Mel and I got stuck in traffic on the way to Riesner’s and I asked her if she really wanted to spend the rest of her life stuck in traffic with me. She said yes so I asked her to marry me. Then when we got to Dean’s and she told him they both cried for an hour. I told him to freaking calm down, the way I smoke I’ll be dead in three years and Mel is all his. He, of course, offered me a smoke.

Jason X is dead. We all met at Universal and saw the flick. The theatre was pretty empty. My lawyer left a message saying it looked like we’d make around six million. That’s not very good. He said it did look like we’d beat all the other first releases this weekend…Jolie being one of them but six million is horrid. I’ll never work again.