ok. the setback is that i've got to renew my insurance. and that's a long enough story, full of torturous shame that i don't wish to repeat here. i will say though that yesterday's trip to ontario mills and the improv there, to see Dane Cook, was better than i thought it would be.
r drove the car he was recently reunited with (it was stolen) and we left a little later than he had planned. but no other mishaps on the road.. well, except of course for the wreckless following-too-close while going along at break-neck speed driving.
so, i've never been to a comedy club and didn't know what to expect.. i was worried about laughing for that long.. and i was even more worried about laughing the ugly laugh that's reserved for the real people and situations.
also i should say that it was smart of r to reserve the dinner seats because the tickets were all the same price ..and so if you wanted good seats you'd better get there early.. you know, that kind of deal. so yes, we sat in the second row of tables from the stage and kind of off to the side. it was four bodies to a table so the ushers let us know that there were going to be two other people joining us at some point. this of course made me cringe with the nervous nerve tingles. i'm just shy.. but, hey, at least i'm honest about it. i'm shy. i'm painfully shy. i'll overcome the shyness but really i'm a bundle of nervous, insecure shyness. bleh
luckily the people that were sat in front of us (that would soon be turning their backs to us to face the stage show) were nice enough people. the guy had a shirt with smallish text on the frontside top left corner that i couldn't really read. something about nature or something. then he turned around (when the show started) and i noticed that it was a quote from Frost about nature. i can't remember it exactly.. something to do with nature calling to us again and again. and then in smaller text below the larger text that covered the upper portion of his back it read: creative carpets or creative carpet designs. [insert biting internal comment here]
strange.
its really weird, you know? the process of getting to know someone. the interview portions of short-lived conversations. it's really strange. why can't i find that light'ning that i'm looking for? why can't recognize what i'm looking for?
the comedy was great. i felt drunk with the laughing. there was a host, an opening act and then there was the main event. i forget the host's name but i remember the obnoxious "big, dick... a, stalker" bit he did. something to do with caller i.d. and his unattainable girl(s). then this guy, the host, introduced a guy named gary gulman..? at least think his name was gary. maybe i'm wrong about the first name but i'm pretty positive about the last name, afterall the host guy spelled it out for us. apparently he has a site too. apprently he was also funny. we, the audience, didn't know who this guy was and didn't think we could expect much from him (well at least that's what gulman opened with: "really, i'll be better than what you expect")
he really was pretty good. he did a bit about his favorite desert: cookies. it was pretty hilarious actually. but then again i'm pretty easy when it comes to those kinds of comics/topics. perhaps its just that i don't have such sophisticated or discriminatory taste but the cookie bit was quite a load of laughs.
i lost track of all time, being there.
Then there was the main course.. oh wait. did i mention what we had to sup on? well actually things were, as expected, kind of pricey.. especially for me and my scraping the bottom of the barrel (but thanks to r i was able to have two drinks and that calamari appetizer --that i ordered on january's behalf.. unbeknownst to her of course.. not that she would necessarily care.. oh but i get away from myself now, what was i saying?)
ah yes. so r had some kind of chicken sandwich (gah! you would think the poor guy would order prime rib after all the sandwiches he's eaten in his life) and two beers and i had an apple rita, a jackie gleason and the fried calamari (you'd think that from consuming all the tartness about me that i would've somehow taken a cue? no. no cue. no tartness. just simpy the simpleton mouse.. me)
but back to the show. Cook had a show at seven AND nine!! i just don't know how he could do it! well at least we got him in his fresh, newly opened state. nope, no sloppy seconds over here, no sir.
omigod. i just now took a long ass break from stuff.. just f__king around on the dane cook site and various other links.. you guys have to check out the links.
i'm spent.
in the air: two korean girls singing (from www.danecook.com site at the bottom of the news section)
11:29 a.m. - 2003-11-30
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