Holy cow, is tomorrow Friday already?
Indeed it is.
I moved out here my senior year of high school. (I’m not complaining, I’m just saying.) I made a handful of very close friends but, as I’m sure you can guess, they told me stories about the close friends I might have made had I moved there the year before or the year before.
Well, this Friday night, one of those close friends I might have made is in town at a local comedy club where he will be doing his stand-up comedy routine. Now, in general, I hate comedy. (This is probably an essay in itself.) Don’t get me wrong: I love witty wordplay, I enjoy when people tell jokes well, and slapstick is freakin’ awesome.
It’s stand-up that gets me all wrong. You have to be, like, Lenny Bruce level to make me say “Yes. *THAT* is how I will spend my evening.”
Or, I suppose, one of the friends I might have made had I moved earlier.
So… what’s on your docket?