Easter Bunnay

Sooooooo, Friday Cricket and I caught the Fabulous Entourage, who were indeed fabulous. I heart them.

Saturday was spent doing nothingish until Willio came over and we chatted about the tiny tiny tiny one bedroom and studio apartments that are in our (his) price range. Sad. He may have to move to the UES and I may have to miss him. Then we saw Jumper, which we both thought was going to be the hottest comic-bookiest movie we'd ever seen. It wasn't. It was bad. And Hayden Christiansen wasn't EVER naked. GAWD!

Sunday was brunch with a crew of NYC orphans and then post-brunch drinks/convo about comedy, politics and ______. Then I passed out on my face at 8pm on the couch. When I awoke to get ready for work, my jaw felt like I'd been giving..."speeches" for hours. Luckily today, it is much better and I don't want to die.

TONIGHT IS Idol. Something to live for. w00t.

b6e.

Tired. Ready for 5pm.

Last night The Parodivas had done our best. I am hoping the new parodies/jokes hit the audience at On The Rocks a bit better. That's my hope. I'm pretty sure they will.

I just received from Amazon: August Rush (my favorite movie of last year that pretty much EVERYONE hated) and Enchanted. I am excited to watch them this weekend. I ain't got no plans. I guess take it easy, since we will have had two gigs this week.

Several peeps from A Whole New Job attended last night. It was a very nice gesture, but...I don't know what the but is, but there definitely is a butt.

Speaking of butts, are sex jokes REALLY the only things comedy audiences want to hear? Yes.

I think I am seeing the Fabulous Entourage's reunion/maybe last show on Friday. That's plans. That's fun. YAY.

Peace. I got nuthin' else.