Out with the Gays

Did I mention that I went to Excelsior Bar with Eric this past weekend? Or, as Eric likes to call it, I went out with "the gays." He teases me about all my straight friends, and how I never hang out with gay people. He seems to forget that I hang out with him quite a bit. And then there's Nate. And Kenny Bolden's back in town. And actually, that's about it for gay friends, and two of those have been acquired in the last six months. So maybe he has a point.

Anyway, we went to Excelsior, and I drank copious amounts of beer, though I did manage not to get drunk or anything. Unlike the last time we were there, when I had, according to Eric, ten apple martinis over the course of the evening.

I met a guy at the bar with whom I've been chatting online for over a year, but have long since given up on meeting.  He's really nice, quite shy, and totally unable to actually come out and say, "You're not my type."  But I did get to see him drooling over guys in the bar who were his type, and I'm here to tell you:  I'm so not his type.  He's way into big hairy bear-type guys who look nothing like me.  Shame, really.  He's a nice, smart, quiet guy with whom I'd enjoy exploring something serious... but in the end, it doesn't really matter what I want, does it?  Or more precisely, what I want is only half the equation!

Alas & alack.


You'll all remember my pal David Flick, with whom I did the The Sheriff & Feck Show last summer?  The reason I kept going back and forth to Pittsburgh on the weekends my first month on the job?  Well, he sent me an e-mail today reporting that he's been doing occasional appearances at The Improv in Pittsburgh (and until he told me about it the first time a couple of weeks ago, I didn't even know there was an Improv in Pittsburgh!).  Today's e-mail, however, included a photo of Dave doing his thing, which I think is just great:

How cool is that?!?  I've not talked about this a whole lot, but it's a long-time fantasy of mine to do stand-up comedy.  Actually, a lot of people tell me I should do stand-up, but in truth, I think I'm too lazy.  Coming up with material and testing it out on open-mike nights is a lot of work... too much for me, frankly.  But it's nice to see someone you love fulfilling a little dream, isn't it?  And Dave is, to be sure, one of the funniest men I know.

So kudos to him!


I've mentioned, of course, what a saint Max the dog is, but I saw the FUNNIEST thing this evening.  I was sitting on my bed talking to Lori Agazarian (I know I'm spelling that incorrectly), a friend of Maya's who's staying in her room while her show is rehearsing in New York, and Max, as is his wont, was lying near the door, and Truckstop appeared out of nowhere and pounced on his head.  His footing wasn't the greatest, though, so he ended up splayed on the side of Max's head like a starfish... kinda like that little face-sucking creature in Alien.

I laughed so hard I scared the animals and almost fell off my bed.


I was watching the late night syndicated Will & Grace today, and heard the funniest line in a while:  'Sharon, you have all the charm of a flesh-eating virus."  The writing on that show has really never been better than in the early years.