Saturday, October 29, 2005

I ate leftover pizza that Edo got the night before from some trendy new college area pizzaria and they gave him a hard time 'cause we're sort of out of the delivery area by a little bit. They wouldn't come out unless the order was big enough. He had to order more than he wanted just so he didn't have to drive anywhere himself. He's a true blue American.

The show was at 50 Mason in the city. Paid for parking because Yasser -- the guy who promised me free parking "next time" when my gig got cancelled and I was pulling my car out 5 minutes after pulling it in -- wasn't there. Anatoli ticked off a homeless guy sort of, and I laughed at the guy a little and Joe told me not to encourage them or feed them. Personally, I find that most homeless people are cool people. I have a lot of great homeless encounter stories. Maybe I'll write them down sometime. I have a dollar and they don't. Now they have a dollar, and I don't. What's the big deal?

The audience was pretty light because everyone was probably in the Castro, half-naked and drunk off their ashtabulas. Lucky bastards. There were these three women in the audience that really should never go to comedy shows. Their expressions ran from boredom to contempt. If that's your attitude why go? Why stay? But everyone else (the rest of the twelve) was pretty cool. I had fun, and shared my Halloween philosophy. We live in an urban Mexican-American neighborhood, with a lot of kids. We buy a lot of candy, and always the good stuff like mini milky ways and stuff, not those little plastic bags with three candy corns in them. We consider it an investment in our future, because today's trick-or-treaters are tomorrow's gang-bangers.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Another great set at Ron's Farmhouse. That is quickly becoming my favorite place to perform. I also love the Mock. I should go back there soon. The energy is just so great at Ron's. It's a weird mix of young twenty-somethings and over-the-hill heavy drinkers. And they all come to laugh, except for the heavy drinkers, who come to drink, but they end up laughing too. Justin McClure, the host, changed the backdrop, and now my butt is as big as the Golden Gate Bridge. Only one guy ever tried to end it all by hurling himself off my butt. He only sprained his wrist.

Oh, and I ate at home that night and had homemade black-eyed peas made with salt pork. Mmmmmmm, salt pork. (Pretend I'm drooling right now.)

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

What a night. No, really. First of all, I had IN-N-OUT burger for dinner. Animal style. I had great parking Karma, despite it being a Tuesday night in the Castro. Tuesday night is date night in the Castro. Every night is date night in the Castrol. Harvey Milk's. Great place. It's on a corner, so it kind of has weird feng shui (its hard to capture chi from a corner position with the wind whipping around your building, but you already knew that). I went first and that's always tuff but especially in a room you've never worked before. You don't expect the bright light in your face making it impossible to see anyone except those directly in front of you. No one the cops use the bright light as an interrogation technique, because I was this close to confessing. Also, the layout of the bar is such that most of the "audience" can sit in the back, where there is no direct line of sight. There were some totally awesome audience members who sat in the front part of the room and had a great time. Kennie (no last name so I don't out him) was on the bill. I think the first time that we performed together on the same stage. Since Sean moved, Kennie is my new gay friend. Moshe Kasher and Bill Santiago performed, but Marti Macibbon totally stole the show. It was her night. Then after the show the weirdest thing happened. We were all standing outside when this drunk guy who had been bothering everyone suddenly fell over. There was a HUGE crack sound as his head hit the pavement. Everyone standing around made eye contact as if to say, "just because this is another human being, am I the one that's supposed to call 911?" Bill Santiago took on the challenge. We milled about aimlessly just to wait for the ambulance. They sent TWO big fire engines and an ambulance. But those fire trucks were not the biggest, flashiest red things in the Castro that night I tell you.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

After a delicious meal of garlic fries and beer, I performed at the San Jose Improv in a show called "Female Extravaganza." I was so afraid that the audience would expect us to take it all off. There wasn't such a big crowd, but those that were there seemed very appreciative. I closed the show, which was great. I got a parking ticket, which basically meant that I only made half what they actually paid me. What a dork! It was 5 to 6, and the meters stopped at 6. There must have been a traffic cop sitting right behind me. And all I really had to do was put in a nickel for 6 minutes! Did I mention that I'm a dork?

More dinners . . .