Asparagus

It happened again...

So. My "client's" and I were dining on the patio of a local Italian restaurant and after several minutes of side splitting humor, they looked at me and asked, "Where do you do stand up?" I laughed heartily and said, "Oh you two! Actually you can catch me the Ice House in Pasadena next month." They were oh so pleased...

(translation: I was serving these two ladies, my station was on the patio of the pit where I work and I had them laughing their butts off because that's what. I. Do. They asked if I was in comedy and where I perform because I'm just so funny...(at this point I'm throwing my head back with a hearty and exagerrated laugh) and that's that.)

I LIED! I DID! And they'll never know because now I have to make good on my BULLSHIT of how I'm performing at the damn Ice House next freaking month. Crap. Crap. Crap.

I'm actually breaking down to try this locally at good, old Marie Calendar's...don't know how that's going to work out because I'm going to the M-F-ing Groundlings, too. Fuck it. I'm 34, wishing I was had my body at 22 but still stoked to be 34. I was an IDIOT at 22 and I'm getting WAY smarter the older I get, so I'm down with age :)

I have to take, no, I GET to take my son to the mall now to watch people peddle for fun? Freaken AMGEN crap. There, I said Crap again. Not one of my best moments, but I'll take it. Every moment, I'll take it. After all, I'm an adult, right?