Hi!

My name is Alexis Pereira. I live in NYC, where I dabble in writing and acting. My work is regularly featured on Funny or Die and I've even created some original work for Funny or Die's Youtube page.

I currently write and perform at a monthly show at UCB, and I was even once on a house improv team there!

In this tumblr, you will find what I hope are interesting essays about my life. I like to think of myself as a statesman, though I may not know what that means exactly.

If you want to see and hear more about me, please visit alexispereira.net

 

An American Easter

When I was seven, my aunt brought a giant chocolate rabbit to our family’s Easter get-together.

Easter is pretty straightforward in my family. They’re deeply religious, and so all they focus on is the fact that Jesus is back. In fact, they were just downright confused about why my aunt brought a giant chocolate rabbit, having never before seen one.

"Y eso pa que?" my mom wondered aloud before she took it and placed it above the fridge. 

My aunt tried to explain that Americans ate chocolate on Easter, and that they also celebrated rabbits and eggs. We surmised that it’s because Americans like to farm, though nobody was entirely placated by that answer.

My aunt also said that we could all share the giant rabbit, which was about a foot and a half tall, but everybody was grossed out by it. My family hates American candy, especially chocolate, and instead prefer to eat arroz con leche, which I find disgusting.

Being the only kid who liked American candy, it was agreed that they would just give it to me. And boy was I excited - a whole chocolate rabbit all to myself! We talked about it all day and made jokes about how fat I would get after I ate it. I walked by it every chance I got and made lusty eyes at it like a husband before his wedding night.

Finally, as we ate dessert, my mom handed me the rabbit. I took it out of its clear plastic box and held it in my arms like a baby. I then took a bite out of it and it broke into several pieces.

We all stood there stunned before I whined, “It’s completely hollow!” 

We agreed that it was misleading to sell a giant hollow chocolate rabbit. My uncle checked, and it didn’t say “hollow” anywhere on the box.

Also, it tasted like shit, but we again agreed that a nearly 2 foot rabbit that cost $4 was probably not going to be the best quality chocolate. We threw it in the garbage and I steamed quietly while my family happily enjoyed some arroz con leche.

The depth of the Harrelson-McConaughey friendship is the real mystery of True Detective.

The depth of the Harrelson-McConaughey friendship is the real mystery of True Detective.

(Source: woodyharrelsonmovies)

Things going on in this Starbucks (Steinway between Broadway & 31st)

chrisreblogs:

• An awesome 80’s mix.

• Man loudly explaining that Catholic priests are all pedophiles, homosexuals and necrophiliacs. He is very positive on this subject. When someone points out that this isn’t true and that he seems “filled with hate,” he responds, “I don’t hate anyone.”

• A man is being…

I live near this Starbucks and it is indeed at least this crazy every day.

gilmoregurlz:

Glenn and I would really adore it if you reserved tickets for our show, This is Going to Hurt. We bet the devil we could get 50 reservations by the end of today for our show on Thursday, April 10th at UCB Chelsea.   http://newyork.ucbtheatre.com/shows/view/3798
We realize now, that’s a stupid bet. We should never have bet anything with the devil. Glenn and I didn’t even bet him anything back. Like we didn’t make a proposition for if we win, like he does our laundry for a month. 
I guess the upside is that people will come see the show we worked hard on (I was going to say VERY hard, but working with Glenn is a delight so I had fun the whole time). 
So, please make a reservation, or tell someone else to make a reservation so two pretty nice women don’t have to give their souls to the devil. Oh wait. He didn’t even say that. He was just all “I bet you can’t get that many tickets reserved by Friday.”
Do you think souls were implied?

Great show.

gilmoregurlz:

Glenn and I would really adore it if you reserved tickets for our show, This is Going to Hurt. We bet the devil we could get 50 reservations by the end of today for our show on Thursday, April 10th at UCB Chelsea.   http://newyork.ucbtheatre.com/shows/view/3798

We realize now, that’s a stupid bet. We should never have bet anything with the devil. Glenn and I didn’t even bet him anything back. Like we didn’t make a proposition for if we win, like he does our laundry for a month. 

I guess the upside is that people will come see the show we worked hard on (I was going to say VERY hard, but working with Glenn is a delight so I had fun the whole time). 

So, please make a reservation, or tell someone else to make a reservation so two pretty nice women don’t have to give their souls to the devil. Oh wait. He didn’t even say that. He was just all “I bet you can’t get that many tickets reserved by Friday.”

Do you think souls were implied?

Great show.

What’s social media if you can’t post gratuitous production shots of yourself in a feature-length film?Pop Meets the Void(2015)written & directed by Bill Cusick

What’s social media if you can’t post gratuitous production shots of yourself in a feature-length film?

Pop Meets the Void(2015)
written & directed by Bill Cusick

My Date with Joyce Carol Oates

This is my latest rejected McSweeney’s submission, entitled, “My Date with Joyce Carol Oates.”

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None of the members of my indie improv team, Everlasting Wife, has posted on my wall or texted me for my birthday today, so I’ve had to subtly remind them. Several of them have 9-5 jobs so I know they’ve been on Facebook already. 
Awful.

None of the members of my indie improv team, Everlasting Wife, has posted on my wall or texted me for my birthday today, so I’ve had to subtly remind them. Several of them have 9-5 jobs so I know they’ve been on Facebook already. 

Awful.

alexispereira:

In another twist to the pay debate, UCB just sent me a check to NOT do improv?!?!?!

Can somebody make sure Shannon, the new Associate AD at UCB, keeps sending me this check? I now depend on it.

alexispereira:

In another twist to the pay debate, UCB just sent me a check to NOT do improv?!?!?!

Can somebody make sure Shannon, the new Associate AD at UCB, keeps sending me this check? I now depend on it.

Cinder-ella

My girlfriend needed me to stop by her job on my way home and pick up her things. I was excited to find that topping this bag were several pairs of women’s shoes. The Latina girls sitting across from me on the train were also excited about it.

As I perused my phone, they started theorizing in Spanish about why I had a tote bag full of women’s shoes. 

"You think he wears them?" one asked to laughter.

"You’re terrible!" answered another. 

"Oh, maybe he and his girlfriend broke up and he’s bringing back her shoes…" said another one sadly. 

Finally they surmised that the shoes are my wife’s shoes and that she perished in a fire. This is due to the sad look I have on my face.

I always knew I had a sad face, but I didn’t know it was, “wife perished in a fire” sad.

Or at least I didn’t think it was, “carry my late wife’s shoes in a bag wherever I go” sad.

But I had warned her countless times not to keep her cigarettes near the toaster.

Things I Explained to my Barber During My Haircut Today

- What “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” was

- Where wind comes from

- Why Eva Longoria is single

- What the G7 (formerly the G8) does

- Why people hate Kim Kardashian

- Why the geography of the Middle East makes it historically vulnerable

- How I like my sideburns