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.

I got stuck in traffic and did not make it in time to do the lab.However, I did do the set to myself in the car and thought it went well. Next time.

Next time, scrappy!!

I went to a play about the "Daisy" ad in the LBJ vs Goldwater campaign. World premiere. I wish I had asked my friend how much the tickets were before I agreed to go, because it was seriously not worth it to me. I thought it was an amazing set and visuals/audio, and a terrible script, mediocre actors, and lackluster costuming. My friend is in advertising, so it still spoke to her. And maybe if I were too, or if I had lived through that era...but no. They were also trying hard to push the whole "it's like now!" thing, comparing trump and Goldwater. Except I am cynical and the Internet wins everything for nastiness over some scare-tactic tv ad that they were so proud/appalled they had created.

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.

Winner.

Caffinating for market.

msbelle, I always get a little internet whiplash when I see you conversing with Devin Allen on twitter.

OMG, so stupid humid. Had to spend 5min in front of the ac to dry off.

All of what you have had to say upthread starting with Gud was fascinatingly lucid. I would add in something about gun culture and extreme individuality (I can save us with just my bible and my gun mentality).

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

Well, yeah.

OK, today will be a good day, I've decided. Gonna run in the woods, and go to dog class, and learn some songs for chorus, and get my hair cut, and make another batch of macarons. Oh, and mail a book to my new nephew.