I'm going to a local comedy lab tonight to try out my new set.

Wow, that's awesome! Good luck!

I was supposed to be going to a party, but it got cancelled for rain, so I guess I'm going to a protest.

Party, protest, pretty much the same thing.

Party usually has better snacks though.

There may be snacks anyway! We'll see what happens -- if it's really stormy, there may just be snacks at home.

We are on vacation! The dentist fit me in this morning and took an x-ray and said he sees no infection or other problem, so he ground down the temp crown a bit and removed some excess cement that was irritating my gums. I'm still having some soreness, but less than before, so I'll take it.

We are in a hotel in Winston-Salem for the night; our bathroom has a jacuzzi tub, which Tim is getting his money's worth out of right now. And tomorrow: the beach!

yay for vacation!

Yay vacation and yay improv. And protests.

I am cranky and stinking up the place. I shoulda stayed on rest mode.

yay beach!

I enjoyed Finding Dory but it wasn't awesome. And I have watched the pilot of Wynnona Earp, which is basically Supernatural without the misogyny. And now I think I'll go to bed and try to read something lightweight.

I'm going to a local comedy lab tonight to try out my new set.

That's pretty fuckin' awesome.

JZ and Matilda have been away all week visiting Nana in Reno. And while I have certainly enjoyed having the week free to myself, I am ready for their company.

However, I decided to go out tonight after mostly pooting about on the computer all day. I went to Alembic and sat at the bar and this woman sitting next to me struck up a conversation (perhaps because she heard me chatting with my regular bartender about the awesomeness of my new Velvet Jacket which comes with a Passport Pocket. Yeah, you wish your jacket had a Passport Pocket.)

Now I frequently have conversations at the bar but it's unusual for a woman to start one up directly with me. I suppose I have hit the stage of NonThreatening Dad Vibe that there was no danger of conversation being misconstrued as interest.

Anyway, we wound up talking for two hours at the bar. I wound up downloading The Greatest Hits Of Hec's Wisdom on her (which, as I'm sure you all know, is abundant) including such classics as "How to Finesse the School Lottery System In San Francisco" (for her sister's two new kids) and "Don't Just Marry the Person You're Dating When You Think You're Ready to Get Married."

Also I showed her lots of pictures of Emmett and Matilda because that's always a winner.

She said, "I wish I could talk to my parents about stuff like this." Which is shorthand for You Are An Old Dude With White Hair and And An Interesting Jacket.

She had just come from seeing a Relationship Therapist because she did not feel like she was moving forward with relationships. I assured her that she was attractive, warm, nice, friendly, thoughtful and really rather a catch and not to worry too much about it, but maybe she should try having a few more practice relationships instead of just vetting potential guys for marriage.

Also, I made her promise to travel to New Zealand this year, and bang the tour guide.

Yeah, you wish your jacket had a Passport Pocket.

My jacket has a passport pocket, an ID pocket, an iPad pocket, and several other pockets that I've forgotten what they're even there for.

TRUE FACTS.