It's cause these high-heeled shoes hurt! I wore my fancy pants and big girl shoes tonight out to the comedy store for a private party. It was a good show and I did 10 minutes. The foundation that put on the show helps people with major brain injuries who basically get screwed over by their insurance or government or who ever is screwing over people with brain injuries these days. I'm gonna keep their number handy just in case. My friend Vicki was also doing the show tonight and invited me to go to a room in Normal Heights and split her time with her because she just didn't want to do a half hour set. So I went and I remembered why my friend Katie and I decided not to move there in college...its kind of scary, especially at night. Especially when you have to park far away (dad don't read that part, it was fine I parked right in front of the theatre and two nice policemen escorted me directly inside while 5 sharpshooters covered us with scoped weapons).
I went on last at the Room in Normal Heights and I thought it might be horrible, but it was actually quite fun. My friend Mark runs a great room and hopefully I can go back there again. If nothing else at least I got free coffee, made by a man who wore eyeliner. Hand to God, he had eyeliner on, but it was caked on a bit much and made him look cheap. Such a nice boy wearing the eyeliner, one more man that I don't have to worry about marrying, my rule is I can't marry anyone who wears more eyeliner than me. So far it's a good rule and I'm sticking by it.
