Monday January 1^st, 2007 - Calgary, AB

Mr. Lucky’s luck is still alive and well in 2007. It’s a new year and I’m in a different country but the vibe is still strange. It’s not necessarily bad, just weird. I have two days off before the next show which is on Wednesday night. I came up here to work so I did just that most of the day. I cranked out as much as I could on the bank robbery script to hopefully get it finished so I can have something to shop around in LA. I spent several hours tweaking and writing and working very hard. I know most of the world has a bad hangover today so I always like to get a jump start by getting work done on January 1^st.

Somehow I seem to have caught a nasty chest cold. I just had one a few weeks ago and it was not fun. I started to feel a little sniffley yesterday but today when I woke up I had a full blown cold. My lungs are full of gook and my throat is very sore and it hurts to talk.

I’m glad there was no show today and I tried to make the best of the day by working as much as I could. I finally got to the point where I couldn’t type anymore and went out for a walk. That’s one thing I want to do every day this year and at least I started it off right.

I took a nice long walk and on my way back I noticed there was a grocery store open so I walked over to pick up some cold medicine. Of course the store closed at 6pm and I was there at exactly 6:01. It’s amazing how my timing works. I was walking through the lot to get to the store and I could see someone with a blue smock on who looked like they work there walking toward the door from the inside and I knew exactly what it was. She locked the door and gave me a smug look like ‘Ha ha, too late for YOU.’ It made me laugh hard.

Even in a different country I am still Mr. Lucky. I kept walking and decided to go to the Chinese restaurant a few doors down from the hotel to get some hot soup. I went over and asked the host if I could just get some soup and nothing else. It’s a giant Mongolian buffet but I just wanted soup. He didn’t speak English well but I thought he got what I wanted.

I filled up a bowl with one of the six soups to choose from and tried to find a spoon but there were none in the cannister. I asked the waiter who did not speak any better than the host guy but he was French and the host was Chinese. I was getting screwed trilingually.

I would have just drunk it out of the bowl but the bowls all had those little lips around the outer rim and that wasn’t possible. I felt like an idiot but how can a restaurant have a selection of SIX different soups and not have any SPOONS? Again, this is Mr. Lucky’s luck and I felt like I was living a comedy bit. Eventually the waiter found a spoon and I guarded it with my life. I tried a small bowl of each of the soups and they were good but when I went to pay the guy who told me I could get a discount price was on break and he hadn’t told anyone else so I ended up having to pay full price of $18.00. I tried to tell the lady I only had soup but she didn’t want to hear it and got very angry very quickly. I just wanted to come back to the room so I paid full price. Then the machine wouldn’t take my debit card because it is a Visa and of course those don’t work in Canada either. It all took way too long and was way too complicated and it was all for some way overpriced soup.