A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog post about the omens in my life. I posted that the first omen foretelling of my future infamy had arrived -- in the form of a check. I had recognized it right away as an omen, and I was proud. I thought I was good at recognizing such things.
I was wrong (about the recognizing part). A second, even more obvious omen was already in the making, had already entered my life, walked up to my doorstep, practically slapped me in the face . . . and I hadn't even noticed.
When the first omen arrived on October 16, I had already been contracted to perform at an upcoming event for Harrington Events. Specifically, a "client" in Newton was throwing one hell of a Halloween party (get it?), and Harrington Events was hiring actors to play ghouls, zombies . . . Julia Child, Zoltar . . . you know, the usual Halloween faces.
A spooky event at a creepy house. It should have occurred to me that this, too, was just like Betrayal. . . was an obvious omen . . . but it didn't.
Then, I went to the event, and they turned me into this handsome devil:
I should have realized what this was (an omen, in case you're an idiot or just starting reading this mid-post). I didn't.
I took myself out into the party's garden and wiggled around on the ground:
Women screamed at seeing me. (Guys dressed like Owen Wilson just watched with their hands in their pockets.)
That should have given it away. I mean, women scream at famous and near-famous people all the time. And Owen Wilson stares at famous people all the time. Obviously an omen, right?
I still didn't realize, though. I was blinded (Well, half-blinded. I could only see out of one eye.).
I went back inside, where they turned me into this thing:
I still didn't realize. (How dumb am I?)
As the party went on, I met Tiger Woods and some nice BP people. And Supergirl, and Batman, and Richard Simmons. The Village People were there. How could I still not see? How could I not recognize that this whole party was one big omen? Well, I didn't. And not just because the latex was now dripping into my good eye. I'm just that obtuse.
Then, finally, on the way home from the event, a friend of a friend asked "So, how many actors were hired for the event?" I did a quick once-through in my mind. Me, Keith (Name changed to protect his identity, but you know who he is, Conan O'Brien!), another ghoul . . . a headless man . . . a bride . . . Julia Child . . . Six. Six actors. Six of us at a creepy house.
A light bulb went on. How many explorers are there in a game of Betrayal? Finally, I saw this party for what it was. A second omen.
You can tell me this is all coincidence and I'm making things up. But I ask you: Now which one of us is being obtuse? And which one of us is two steps along the 13-fold path to celebrity?
Here are the omens so far, so you can follow along attentively at home (or on your iphone or other web-enabled mobile device).
1) My Zeitgeist Stage check
2) I Burned My Face
13) Probably a giant check
PS More photos of the event are available on Harrington Events' facebook page.