JFK>MCO>ORD

Let's be honest: I never thought I would be 23 and able to sit in a public place without hordes of fans snapping photos of me. How's that for modesty?

Yet, here I am at JFK Airport realizing I have "The Millers Son" from A Little Night Music on repeat waiting 3 hours for a flight that will carry me to my 16th Disney trip. SIXTEEN. That's a lot of mouse.

Christmas couldn't have come at a better time. In a week where I should have been celebrating my final week of New York (JK, I still have a hangover) and kissing friends goodbye (JK, just boys), I was interviewing for a job in Social Media, spending hours on the company's website, blogs, and Facebook trying to make it seem like I was qualified to do anything more than put on a powdered wig and sing about the government. I bought FAST COMPANY magazine for Christ's sake. There are no topless men in that. In fact, most of the people in the magazine are overweight.

I'm sorry, "healthy" sized.

So as I read articles about the boys of Twitter and FourSquare and Mark Zuckerberg's coat-tail-riding sister, all I can think is

Wait...I already do this. But, like most things in my life, I'm not getting paid for it. I've spent so much time consciously avoiding promotion of anything other than myself (ie that show with the Mormons or that funny joke you tried to make on my Facebook wall that I deleted), why not make a career out of promoting other people's things? I turned TJB into an overnight (over-year) sensation (mildly recognizable), and as I've shown from these 30,000+ views on BLOGSPOT of all places, I can get people to read anything.

And you know what, America? I'm gonna do it. I'm going to be one of those snazzy guys who makes a suit look casually easy while I breeze into your dinner party 15 minutes late somehow already holding an Absolut cocktail, apologizing my photo shoot for 30 under 30 ran long.

Then, I'll go back to acting because everybody loves a good transition story. Or maybe I'll just model. I'm New York "cute" which is Midwest "hot".

Alert your happy hours Chicago, there's another yuppie coming from work with an American Express and juggling two cell phones.

First, I have to get hired...but until then, OH MY GOD IT'S MICKEY MOUSE, MOM TAKE MY PICTURE!!

This blog is on my resume,

TJB: Making It