Holiday Spirits in the Hostel

Went to do a show the other night, basically a work out room at the local Hollywood Hostel. Showed up a lil early to work out a bit I had just started working on, and was greeted by a bunch of brew and techno music, oh, and a lot of foreigners. Went to the car to finish writing out my new joke idea and by the time I came back, a whole new level of party mode was in force. You know the time of the night where you have to recap it with your friends the next day because it is gone from your memory banks…that level of party mode.
The host of the comedy show turns down the fist pumpin tunes and begins to organize the chaos. In the midst of this, a young adult from Hong Kong manages to get his index finger STUCK in a beer bottle. Panic in his eye and a gob of soap basically covering his right side he starts screaming that he needs an ambulance. UM, no idiot, so I go over, have him sit down, lift up his arm so his hand is above his heart and talk to him like a mother about his trip to the United States. As soon as he was calm and the blood had rushed out of his finger, the bottle slid right off. Party participant rule #821…don’t party too hard if you are going to call an ambulance for anything less than almost losing your reproductive organ.
Soooo thankful that lil guy was that he followed me around asking me questions about my background. I told him about my college studies in math and science and he became baffled. He became like a newfound evangelical minister trying to preach to me about giving up my comedy and getting back into nerd-dom. It would have been more of an insult had I done my set first.
I found a quiet hiding corner away from him, did my set and was trying to leave crazy town, when he stopped me…his words, “I feel sorry for you.” I asked why, he contin’d “You have all of that education and you could do anything and you are wasting it on this.” I went on to ask him to not displace his own experience, past, upbringing, standards on me, or anyone, that he doesn’t know where I came from or how I feel about this career. No one is forcing me at gun point to do Comedy…I do it because I love it and it makes me more happy than anything I have ever done, or ever will do…
Then he went on to say…”you should be happy that I’m speaking to you as an equal.” which is when I decided to remind him he was in US of America… “why wouldn’t you treat me as an equal, we have the same penis size.” and “I feel sorry for your parents, they were only legally allowed to have one child and they had you…” woops…I got a little upset I guess. All I’m trying to say here is, gay marriage should be legal across the board!

Had such a fun show last night…

Really felt the love in my old stompin grounds.

It was a lil awkward on the way in…some of my stories to share with my fellow comics as we drove through town were…”that’s where I got hit by a car on my bike for a second time!” and “I dated two guys here because there is a seven-eleven in the building.”

But all in all it ended up to be a very fun show! MORE PICS!

My Old Roomie and My Comedy Wifey!

Hey San Diego…

Coming to your town and its going to be pretty much amazing!

Hope to see you all there!

This might be one of my guilty pleasures…

Living in Hollywood NEVER gets boring.

I feel bad for tourists because they come here with hopes of seeing all the glamour, and what they get is a man that is dressed up in a Spiderman costume, who TRULY believes he is the action hero, and more residents out on the streets than actually in homes.

Sometimes it gets confusing on who is in a costume for a part, or who is just plain crazy…if it gets too confusing, or just too precious to pass up…i’ll take a pic and leave it to others to tell me what is going on!!

My favorite is the last entry, but they all made me chuckle!