Last night I went to Carolines with Roshelle. She’s taking stand up classes there and performs in July, so we went to observe and also brainstorm for material. The show was comprised of a bunch of new comedians. Some were funny, some were not. All in all, I laughed a lot. Especially at the man who talked about how his wife farts in her sleep and one night he thought it was a gunshot.
Early into the show, after taking the first sip of my second glass of red wine, I set the glass down and the waiter knocked it over. It went all over my entire body. Soaked. The waiter got so scared, we never saw him again. We did, however, get many more drinks. Not the best activity for a Monday evening - especially when you plan to start a 3-day fresh juice cleanse the next day. I lasted until 9:52 am. I cracked for three legitimate reasons:
1) My first juice of the day was from Key Food because the Juice Shop was closed at 7:45 am. I got an Odwalla that said: Enjoy by June 14. But I didn’t read that until after I was done.
2) There are men drilling right outside my window. It’s loud and pieces of the wall are tumbling onto the floor.
3) Me want carbs.
