Reviews
Let it begin…
- Dave Attell was freakin’ awesome. We were four rows back. Did I hook us up or did I hook us up? (I think I hooked us up.) There were quite a few jackasses in the audience, who kept yelling stupid shit; and random girls kept bringing him shots; but the jackassery wasn’t so severe that I couldn’t tune it out, for the most part. He put on an absolutely hilarious show. Definitely worth the $30 or however much I paid.
And, as a bonus, Lewis Black was in the audience! OMG I was like 4 feet from him when we were walking out the door. Chris said I should go shake his hand and tell him I love his comedy, but I got all schoolgirl embarrassed (same way I did at the SES Conference, with Eric Meyer) and couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was awesome to see him in person anyway, though.
After the show, Chris and I went to IHOP. It seemed appropriate and even obligatory.
- Blogger bowling was a success – by some standards. Certainly not by the standards of my score, since I never made it into the triple digits. (And my attempt to thwart Rusty’s winning streak in the final game totally backfired, as I got one of my only strikes when I stole his turn while he got a beer refill.) Jen and Rusty have both blogged it, and Rusty has some great pictures. Here’s one of me holding my balls. Huh huh.
- Augusta was… Augusta. Went there today. The highlight, by far, was seeing the fabulous Abigail Rhea. (I can’t believe she’s almost 6 months old!) For a future neuro-surgeon and U.S. President, she was amazingly carefree.
I also visited the ‘rents and my grandmother. As always, I am grateful for Atlanta after spending a day in Augusta. (Jen: hang out at PJ’s and Barnes and Noble.) I forgot to take a picture of this awesome billboard on Wrightsboro Rd., that said “Alcoholism” in huge letters, beside a huge glass of beer; smaller letters said something along the lines of, “There is help.” Hmmm… “who are the ad wizards who came up with this one?”
Tomorrow I’ll be spending approximately 3/5 of the day sitting on my ass.
Why should I hang out in my PJs? And really, my PJs look like clothes people exercise in.. so, uhm.. I have no idea where I’m going with that.
Alcoholism? Yes please!
60%, huh? What are you going to be doing with the other 40? Or do I want to know?
[Contented Sigh] It’s a beautiful day (even though it’s cloudy and supposed to rain soon). I love being me. I’m bottling up this stuff and selling it! Not being me, mind – just the general sense of peace and happiness I’m feeling right now, sans the cold feet. My feet are cold. Which sucks. But it does not take away from the warm bubbly froth brewing in my soul/Sol.