And there's still the rest of the year... BUT, the one most coveted gig that I missed out on was an upcoming Woody film where an internet post in early August gave me a chance to submit my stats.  And upon my returning from my California trip the past month, I received a response.  I WAS SELECTED... for a fitting. So I sent in my stats and photo, spoke to the wardrobe department about the specifics of my sizes -and received a firm date for the "clothing of my bod".  All of my extras buddies were jealous -none of them got this far.  My wife was elated and surprised at the uniqueness of the situation. "YOU... in a Woody film?"

And so, at the appointed time I was ready to get on the train, grinning internally with glee...  for the fitting, when I got the message from the casting agency.  "It's not going to work... I'm sorry but Woody is very specific about the waist size: NO ONE LARGER THAN 35!  Very sorry... have to cancel your fitting...make it up to you next time..."  Whereupon my penis shrank to subatomic proportions.

So be it. There wasn't much I could do about my larger waist size.  I'll just have to rationalize it this way:  "At least I was almost in a Woody film! Few others have done even that... mope, mope, mope..."