Comedian. Musician. Freelance Researcher. Cool Cat Dad. Retired Movie Theatre Manager. Currently aspiring to be a hybrid Writer-Science Consultant for TV/Film.
I once ordered a shot of whiskey and a cup of water on my way to the bathroom and when I came out they had set it up like a some kinda recovering alcoholic’s car bomb.
“Yes I’ll have a whiskey and water. Make it a tall. You know what? I’ll assemble it myself.”
I had a dream I was doing stand up again and it DID NOT go well and I woke up tired like I was up until 1am.
Now I’m wondering if I woke up, went and did a set (it doesn’t go well) and I just went back to bed like it never happened.
If y’all were curious, I still have mild night terrors. Last night’s was Rubin and I were on vacation but she announced she’s leaving me so I had to use the library in our hotel to prove she can’t divorce me while we’re out of the state.
4:30ish pm
Ivan the bartender “You wanna look at food menu”
Me “no I’m good Ivan”
Ivan “You sure? This [liquor in drink] is 100 proof”
“Yes sir I’m sure”
“You’re crazy.”
“No sir. I’m a professional.”
“Ha ha ha. Well alright then.”
I can’t wait for robin and i have kids and be so fucking stupid we have to wear those shirts that explain the gender of our child and our relation to them.