Thursday, September 30, 2004

Beale Street Bar and Grill with the SFCC All-Stars. I had the fried calamari, which tastes like all other fried foods served at Beale Street Bar and Grill. Tony, the proprietor, remembered that I like the Bass Ale, but they don't serve it anymore. Ah well, there are reasonable substitutes. Last night for me to see little Sami Saifer before her big move (back home) to LA. She had a great set, and I'll really miss her. Bob, Anthony and Sean were consumate professionals, only I don't think consumate means what I think it means. Tom, Reggie, Michael and Kurtis were absent. Hmmmmmmmm.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

After a two-week hiatus from comedy, mostly due to a silly little thing like a great big needle in my spine, I took the stage at Rooster T. Feathers after a "dinner" of nachos and beer. I usually try to think of something funny or interesting that happened to write about, but there wasn't too much funny. Not until closer to the end with my buddies Kurtis, Reannie, and Sandy. I also had a great set earlier on and warmed the crowd up for everyone after me. But did anyone think to send flowers? No one. Can you believe it?

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Michael Slack and I made the trek up to Pepper Belly's Comedy Club in Fairfield, CA, home of Travis Air Force Base, where I lived when I was like 2 and 3. I don't really remember it, only the stories. Anyway, had a chance to do a set for Spirit Walker and the Pepper Belly's audience. It was a great audience, and I got to see Chantal and Maggie and Susan as well. It was off the charts! Dinner was a mixed fried thingy. Pretty good as far as mixed fried thingies go.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Battle of the Bay preliminary round. Long story short, I advanced to semi-finals. So did my Rooster-Pal Tina Allen. Thanks so much to Jimi, Edo, Betty, Sondra, and Nancy and Jeff and entourage for coming out to support. Thanks too to all those that wanted to make it but couldn't. I know who you are, and you are fabulous. Oh, for dinner I had artichoke and spinach dip. Yummy.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

On the off chance that I might get dinner at my gig, I didn't have anything to eat before leaving. After I got there, I only had one breadstick, but it was a delicious one. Birthday party for Vance and Sissy (not really their real names, but close enough). We thought it was a surprise party, but it wasn't. The surprise was that some idiot friend of theirs hired a comedian. Sissy didn't seem happy with the idea. Rich people who live in gated compounds never REALLY seem happy to me, unless they've just made a million by forcing poor people out of their squalid living space so they can build a retail emporium. And get new shoes. And another thing, with all the money rich people have, you'd think they could afford to feed their women. I guess having a stick up your butt takes away your appetite or something. How much money do you have to have in order to be able to avoid all contact with reality? Ask Vance and Sissy, they'll know. Then Brian sours the whole evening. That's code for the idiot friend. I'd should learn how to make a harder code.

Post script: Comes to pass that the idiot friend accused K-dog and I of "getting high on the premises." What an ass. Trying to cover his tracks, I suppose.

Friday, September 10, 2004

I cooked a top sirloin stuffed with garlic and onions. It was awesome! After eating I had to rush off to the city for the Comics on Meds show at the Off-Market Theaters. Not a very big crowd. Actually, I don't think three people can be called "a crowd," but it was still great fun. Randy had an awful lot of sugar for a guy with ADD. We missed Reannie's set because we were locked outside. Stuck behind an iron gate. I held up a sign that said, "Please feed the comedians." It didn't work.

Wednesday, September 8, 2004

I think I had corn salad. It was a delicious concoction that I made from stuff in the fridge. It was damn good. I should give it a name. Then off to Rudy's for the Wednesday night showcase. There was a "helper" in the back who would yell things like "Oh no!" Then I'd have to yell, "Oh yes!" and it went back and forth like that for a while. Erikka and I checked each other out in the mirror, and I explained to her that when they ask if you if want name brand liquor in your mixed drink, that's how they get you. It's more expensive if you know the name of the particular vodka they're using. But she didn't get me, cause I know that's how they get people and I ordered Skyy anyway, so who's the idiot here? What?

Tuesday, September 7, 2004

Had a great opportunity to have a guest set during the Battle of the Bay while the votes were being counted. Small crowd, but I got them to laugh a little bit. I had artichoke dip, but only had a few bites. I can afford to miss a meal every now and then. Why didn't any of the comedians bring anyone out to support them? You need to understand the business of show. Tommy Smith came in second, which was awesome. One of the funniest things heard that night was not supposed to be a joke: "Since my father was a banker, we moved around a lot." After the show the booker told me I look great and have a sexy voice. Hey, if it gets me the gig . . .

Saturday, September 4, 2004

Last minute change in schedule. Got a call to fill in for an opener that bailed at Comedy Night at the Fat Cat Music House and Lounge in Modesto, CA. (I love places with names like that. Usually there is no place to lounge.) Edo joined me and we made a night of it. Having a hotel room to crash in helps. It was a great show with feature Ryan Stout and headliner Rob Little. Edo and I shared a "combo platter" with zucchini, cheese sticks and chicken tenders. A wide variety of fried items. It was great meeting Jennifer and Casey as well. Edo had the chance to "rap" with his Michigan homies (Rob and Jennifer). I guess I had a few beers. Probably.

Thursday, September 2, 2004

It's a long story. I bought this turkey and smoky cheddar with lettuce and onions on Dutch crunch at Deli and Donuts, one of my favorite spots (for obvious reasons). After eating the side of potato salad (I thought I was getting macaroni, but enough about bait-and-switch), I just wasn't that hungry anymore. What's that you say? How did I know I felt full since it doesn't really happen all that often? There are signs, people. Anyway, it was a great night at 50 Mason Street with the All-Star Troupe. Who knew Macy Grey lookalikes love live comedy? Well, now you do.

More dinners . . .

Copyright 2003, 2004 Elizabeth A. Schumann. All rights reserved.