Robotic Dragon

Steps toward my move to West Hollywood have begun. It just so happens the other potential tennant of a new 3 bedroom apartment had the day off, too. It was a perfect day for it and he wanted to go skating all day, but we dragged him along.

Currently, I share an apartment with my brother. I sleep in the living room next to the TV that is not currently hooked up to cable, so it’s rarely on. Closer to work is the aim. Within walking distance of The Den, which would be awesome. A better regular would be a nice side effect.

It would be him, and me, and the bartender/skater/friend… and possibly another in the new place. There was a nice place on Sweetzer we checked out the interior of and a nice sounding place on Norton(unable to see inside, but the neighbor we ran into was cool.

I’ll be less inclined to just head home and maybe actually getting out there so that this blog might have better content… or at least, I’m pretty sure I might. Need to be out of the Culver City apartment by the 19th, the day before 4/20. Perhaps a special 420 housewarming is in order once the move has happened.

More to come in the following weeks.

That’s what the guy at 7/11 asked me while I was shopping for after party snacks. I wonder if he’s just unaware of that also being a band. Weirdo.

A man staggered out of the disabled women’s bathroom, holding the door for stability. “That’s the ladies’ room, sir.” I said as he drifted off, I assume, to do more drinking. Earlier, I had spotted Billy, a Den regular, dressed in a giant shamrock. He can be best described as a happy, friendly fratboy. I suppose that makes him perfect for working at National Lampoon. The offices of which are situated next door to The Den. There is the tiniest of allyways between them, blocked off by a locked gate.

It was a good night for the place I usually only visit on Monday nights, right after work. Or, at least, it seemed that way to me. The beats were jumpin’, glasses weren’t being returned fast enough to make more drinks in them, and I saw evidence of green beer having been served. This also included the presence of a green tongue and green stained fingers… both attached to the afore mentioned Billy. How odd.

It was Wednesday and I was under the impression that the Zoo would be having its regular open-mic night. I was correct in thinking, having seen a flyer the week before, that it wasn’t going to happen. And here I had driven all the way down there. I stayed for all of a few minutes before I was informed otherwise and opted to head to Hollywood for my night instead of being in Van Nuys. In my experience, it’s a better option. Though I could just as well have come back home and watched more anime on Hulu… or even season 5 on LOST because I’m that far behind.

But, hey this is one of the holidays dedicated to drinking, right. Then again, any holiday is often an excuse to drink. This one, though… has cheap beer with food coloring. Make a beer green for any other reason, and people look at you funny.

I should probably make this blog consistant. Shame on me.

Last night was the fifth time up on stage at The Liquid Zoo. Other comics go around to numerous open-mics to work on material and I still only go to one on a weekly basis. With help, which I’m finding is readily offered, I can improve and start doing this more frequently and eventually getting paid for this activity. Supplimental income is a good thing.

It felt like my best set to date. That same high I felt after doing it the second time came back. It was even better this go around. I had inadvertantly started promoting myself, resulting in my brother and a couple of his friends coming in. I was almost as nervous at the first go round for a week beforehand when he told me he was going to come.

Thought I wasn’t quite ready and maybe I wasn’t, but the results were better than expected. I started going into things I hadn’t written anything for. I even yelled at a drunk to shut up when she started to demand I sing. That was awesome.

There seems to be a certian level of drunkeness that works for me on stage. The previous week had me a little too out of it. This last time, just about right. I could probably be fine doing it sober, but it’s sort of expected that a comic should drink. I promise, I’m not an alcoholic.