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Special Guest Blog by Mike Patin (www.mikepatin.com)

Monday, October 18, 2010 

McRival?

Rivalries.

Ali-Frazier.

Bird-Magic.

Yankees-Red Sox.

A new chapter is written today.

Today, on her birthday (I will show some class and not mention her age), I had lunch with Judy McDonald. If you don't know Judy, she is a very gifted woman who has done comedy professionally but also has a lot of great witnessing and faith to share as well. 

She picked Dave & Busters as our lunch spot, which just so happened to have a Pop-a Shot basketball hoop.  Judy has a competitive streak (bless her heart, poor darling) and it was clear she wanted to test skills and smack talking abilities.
She won the first game, then two.  Must be luck, I thought.  Then I won two games to tie it and I asked her if she wanted to give before it got ugly.
 I didn't know how prophetic I am. 
That is when she won the next 5 in a row to serve me birthday humble pie---she won 7 to 2.
I have a long off-season to rehabilitate.  I shall return.
Happy BD Judy!

Believe

We had tons of teens come out to Escondido, which in itself, is impressive, since Escondido is my own personal Bermuda Triangle. 

I had a fun 30 minute set with material that was either very dusty or brand new, very fun...for me, who knows if anybody else had a fun time.  Once again, coolest job, ever.  Plus, I ate German food, on purpose.

Latino Love

While in Florida I hung out with some great people.  And these greaet people introduced me to some great things, mostly things they eat and drink.

Being from California, most of my friends who are not Irish or German are Mexicans.  So my new buddies in Florida had to let me know that Cuban food should be on my list of things I ingest on a regular basis for a happier life. 

The best part of the trip was my reintroduction to Cuban coffee.  I saw people handing out little shot glasses and I had to investigate.  Cuban coffee is made with 56 parts sugar and the rest parts love...and some other stuff that puts hair on your chest.  Oh my goodness.  Needless to say, I ran home from Miami and beat my plane I was scheduled to fly on.

Sometimes the best part of my job is not the actual time on stage but the people and the experiences I have before and after I even touch the microphone. Thank you Jesus for the coolest job ever...and for Cuban coffee.

Sunday

Today on my walk I saw a dead cat and then 5 feet away a dead mouse and I wondered if it was a murder–suicide.