Sunday, February 13, 2011

Telling jokes, winning money and watching Cheap Trick

This week, I headed up to Michigan's upper peninsula for a string of shows at a few casinos. My good buddy, Keith Lenart, and I piled into his rockin' mini-van and headed up to snow country.

Our first stop was at the Kewadin Casino in St. Ignace. Here's its porch (complete with the lovely view of Lake Superior):


And the cozy fireplace I spent a bit of time in front of:


The cool roof that my camera didn't do any justice:


After a small, yet fun show in St. Ignace, we headed to Sault Ste. Marie, where we performed for a packed house.

Here's Keith on stage:

Eighty-three cents (and bragging rights) goes to the person who can correctly identify the UFC fighter in the background.

The Sault Ste. Marie casino had a fireplace as well (and fake trees!):


And a waterfall:


Right before Keith got busted for riding his snow mobile indoors.


Before the show, I decided to take advance of my "free play" (No, that's not a hook-up you don't have to pay for, it's the amount of money you get to play on the slots after signing up for a player's club card at a casino), and I won a whole dollar fifty! Try not to get jealous.


After thoroughly gorging ourselves at the buffet, ordering a vegan pizza (Yay for free food!) and taking hours to contemplate how to spend my winnings, we headed to yet another casino.


At this one, as soon as we arrived, I made a beeline to the player's club area, cashed in my free play and sat down at a slot machine. And guess what happened?

I won!!!

That's what mama's talkin' about!

I actually won about $103.00 when all was said and done. Yee-haw!


That's headliner, Jack Willhite, Scott from Rock 101 and me after the show (which was a blast!).

After the show, I went to bed so I could wake up early to drive to Milwaukee. Keith was a trooper and drove us in these ick-tastic conditions:


In Milwaukee, we played at the Potawatomi Casino. And guess who else did?

Cheap Trick!

In between shows, Steve, the super awesome Entertainment Director, sneaked Keith and me into the third row.


I didn't enter the room a big Cheap Trick fan, but I definitely left as one. They rocked it out! I was really impressed how well they could still sing and jump around (especially since they can do things at 60 that I couldn't even do at 20).

And Keith even got a pick that Rick Nielsen threw into the crowd:


I'm back in the good ol' mitten now, and I can't wait to go to Florida at the end of this week!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Snowbanks and Beaches

I was a pretty craptastic blogger in January. This is mostly due to the fact that I had a cold that could have killed a small wildebeest. Okay, in reality, I don't know if wildebeests are actually susceptible to human colds, but what I'm trying to say is that I was fairly crippled with sickness. I pretty much did nothing but tell jokes, hibernate in my bed and blow my nose. So yeah, that's why this blog was severely neglected.

But, alas, I feel better and I'm back!

I spent the first weekend in February performing at Mark Ridley's Comedy Castle. I worked with Alec Sobel and Michael Malone, who are both hilarious! And despite the blizzard on Saturday, we still had incredible crowd turn-out. Way to go, Royal Oak!

Saturday was a bit of an adventure for my old girl, the 2002 Honda Civic, and me. On my way to the club (I live about 45 minutes away), the average speed on the freeway was 20 miles an hour. So I was running late and worried about getting to the club on time. Then, as I neared Alec's hotel (he's from New Jersey, so I was giving him a ride), my gas light went on. Drat!

So I rushed to pick him up, sped off before he even had the door closed and quickly threw ten bucks of gas in my car. Well, I didn't throw it in, but it was probably the fastest I'd ever pumped gas in my life.

We finally made it to the club with fifteen minutes before showtime. Well, since I'm cheap, I decided to hunt for a free parking place. Um, bad idea.

I turned down Fifth Street and eyed an empty spot that was somewhat close to the club. Score! So I pulled into a driveway to attempt to turn around in order to parallel park into my dream spot (spots this close are never open when there's no snow on the ground). Big mistake.

As soon as I attempted to back up, my old girl wasn't having it. I gave her some gas, but she simply spun her wheels without any movement. Oh no!

I got out of the car and saw what I feared: she was completely stuck in a snowbank.

And the show was set to start in fifteen minutes.

CUH-rap!

Alec hopped out and began pushing the hood as I gave her more gas. Still no movement.

After a few minutes, one of the guys who lived in the house nearby saw us struggling and came over to help push. Still no movement.

He volunteered that he had a shovel, and he ran to go get it. I pleaded with him to hurry as the show was now set to start in ten minutes. He came back and began digging like a madman as Alec and I joined the effort with our feet and hands.

After we made a dent in the snow, I got back in my car and tried to back up again. Still nothing.

At this point, I was really freaking out. Mr. Neighbor volunteered to get his buddy who apparently had some sort of jumper cables or rope or something to dig cars out (I know nothing about cars and barely know how to ask for an oil change when I go to Jiffy Lube, so I have no idea what this device was actually called).

By the time Mr. Neighbor #2 got out there, it was five minutes until showtime. I asked what would happen if I just left my car there, hanging into the middle of the street. They immediately replied I would get a $50 ticket.

So I gave the keys to Alec, asked him to wait with the car for another ten minutes (while I was on stage), and if nothing was happening and it was still stuck, to just leave it there. I then ran like the wind. Through the snow. I'm sure it was a pitiful sight. I was out of breath, slipping and sliding with nearly every step.

But, I made it, with about a minute to spare! Kevin, one of the managers at the Castle, gave me a bit of time to compose myself. So I applied some mascara, took a deep breath, looked over my set list and then performed for the nearly 300 people in the crowd.

Luckily, after I left, Alec and the two guys were able to drag my car out of the snowbank within a few minutes.

Despite Saturday getting off to a rough start, the shows were lots o' fun! After the last show, we were all invited to a beach party. I know, I know, beach party in Michigan in the middle of February? Well, it wasn't on an actual beach. It was at someone's house (a friend of Jason Benci's, who did a guest set on Saturday and stopped by to hang out at the club), and the heat was cranked way up as to accommodate the people dressed in board shorts and tank tops. The party was nice, although I wore my regular clothes as I didn't have a string bikini stashed in my trunk. So I suppose I dressed the way someone who is really terrified of getting a sunburn would.

Overall, it was a really fun weekend! And Alec even taught me how to do the worm. Right now, mine looks more like the snail, but I'm getting there.

Onto the pictures:


With Alec and Michael.


Jason and Michael.


Us with Mike Moore, the host of the beach party.


Jason Benci modeling his beach party attire and demonstrating why he's called the Thrillbilly.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Happy New Year to me!

Today, I received the best facebook message I've gotten all year. Imagine my delight when I woke up to this gem in my inbox:


He seriously read my mind as I, too, am looking to base marriage solely on my admiration of a complete stranger's 600 by 800 pixel photo. We're so compatible!

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Big ol' post about December

Since I'm quite behind on my blog, I think I might just do a recap of the month of December and make a new year's resolution to update more in 2011. Sound like a plan? Good. Done.

Lots of adventures last month! I performed for the first time at Carlin's Comedy Club in Waterford, Michigan. We had fun shows, although there were way too many people in the audience who were wearing reindeer antlers (Leave them at home, folks!). But, they laughed a lot, so I quickly forgave them for their poor choice in head wear.


That's me with the owner, Duane, and fellow comics Michael McDaniel and Chris Hegedus.





After Saturday's show, I slept for two hours, and then boarded a plane to visit my good friend, David, in Seattle. David and I worked together at PETA, and we also left around the same time. I had been promising him that I would come visit, and after a year, I made good on my promise.

My flights there (Detroit to Denver, and Denver to Seattle) were an absolute dream! I had my own row on both of them, and I slept most of the trip. In fact, I was so relaxed that I didn't even really pay attention to the fact that the Detroit runway was pretty much iced-over. Hey, if you're going to skid to your death in a plane crash, it's nice to know that you have two armrests of your very own to grip while screaming.

David lives in an adorable area of Seattle called Capitol Hill. It's artsy and hip, and there are vegan restaurants (and bars, too!) a plenty. Sadly, I didn't take many pictures other than shots of said restaurants and the food I consumed.


That's Plum, the fancy schmancy vegan place. I had some sort of quinoa nacho concoction that left me salivating for more.


That's the dish I had at In the Bowl, which is a vegan Thai restaurant.


And that's a shot from their lovely bathroom that has, get this, nature sound effects. It truly made me feel like I was peeing in a tropical rain forest. How delightful.

It rained most of the time I was there (surprise, surprise), but we did manage to see a lot of the city in the car. I even took this shot (in a park called Gas Works) in between downpours.


On the day I flew home, David's friend, James, graciously offered to drive me to the airport. And she even took me for vegan donuts from Mighty-O. Fantastic!

I had a blast in Seattle! I loved the vibe of the city, and it was so great to hang out with David and James (and James's adorable puppy, Grace). I left with a smile on my face, and most likely five pounds in my belly. Next time, I vow to take more non-food pictures.

As soon as I got home from Seattle, I took off to work at Stitches Comedy Club in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I worked with Chris Coccia (who I met when we worked together in the Outer Banks and he kindly offered to pull a splinter out of my foot) and David James. I absolutely loved the shows, not just because the crowds were fun, but because Chris and David are both so funny. I could learn so much from them!



If you haven't been to Lancaster before, it's in the heart of Amish country. Of course, I had to get a picture of this:

Tours by auto? Um, isn't that just a smidge disrespectful considering the Amish don't really believe in electricity and all? Isn't that kind of like touring the Duggar home in a condom-mobile? On second thought, please somebody, anybody, tour their home in a condom-mobile! And go visit the folks over at Teen Mom while you're at it!

My hotel was located in between a few outlet malls. And let me just say, if there is a hell, it would include outlet malls at Christmas time. But, I braved them and got some nice deals. And I managed not to assault anyone. So score on all fronts!

I then swung down to Virginia for a quick visit with the Pie Master.

P.S. That's fruit of the forest pie, not blood and skin falling off of his face (Although how cool would it be if it was the latter due to a really intense MMA fight?).

While in Norfolk, these happened (food porn alert!):


In retrospect, we probably should have frosted them to actually look like Christmasy things as opposed to creamy blobs, but I got a little lazy and figured that one can never go wrong with white frosting and sprinkles. Right?

After I returned to Michigan, I got to see another buddy of mine from PETA. This time, it was Nia! She and I met while she was interning in Virginia, and she came all the way from the UK to visit me for a week.

This is her posing with what might possibly be the coolest Christmas tree ever:


While she was here, I did a show at the Ann Arbor Comedy Showcase.

That's us along with Geoff Tate, Tim Rowlands, Russell Rabb, Mike Evitts and Andy Beningo.

After the show, we headed over to the Arena for some beer and karaoke, where Mike and I did a rendition of Tori Amos's "Crucify." I'm pretty sure we and a table full of lesbians were the only people who appreciated it, but we had fun.

Perhaps, next time, we'll try our hand at "Precious Things."

Nia and I also hit up the Detroit Historical Museum, and ate at this amazing new restaurant.


Here's what we put in our bellies: a raw, mock tuna sandwich and lasagna made from zucchini. Delicious!


On New Year's Eve, I performed at the Holly Hotel (and drank too many post-show shots of the kind of nameless, crappy liquor that makes Apple Pucker seem classy).

That's me with fellow comics Dean Mink and Steve Lind.


Nia, Diana, me and Steve.


On most of the days that Nia was in town, we hit up various movie theatres. We both love going to the cinema, and we saw the following films while she was here: The King's Speech, Female Trouble, Black Swan, The Tourist and The Fighter.





Fellow comic, John Burton, joined us at the State Theatre for The Fighter, and not only did we see a great film, but we also rushed the stage after the film. Of course, silly pictures ensued.



Here's a sample of some of them:






December was a bit of a blur because it was so busy. But, I had great fun, and I was surrounded by a lot of wonderful people! Here's to 2011 bringing the same amount of adventure and joy!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Christmas Music

With trips to the west coast, east coast and south (all in the past week), I've spent A LOT of time in my car this December. Okay, granted, my trip to the west coast was in an airplane, but still, I've logged a lot of miles (which roughly translates to: I've had a lot of time to listen to the radio).

Pretty much the only music available on the radio right now is Katy Perry and Christmas songs. Because I find listening to all 99 verses of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" more enjoyable than listening to one verse of any Katy Perry song, I found myself listening to a lot of holiday tunes.

And I thought to myself, "Self, why not compile a list of all of your favorites?" Perfect idea! So, without further adieu, here they are:

1. Any track from the New Kids on the Block "Merry Merry Christmas" album for obvious reasons.
2. "Last Christmas" by Wham! It's catchy and fun, and I dare you not to sing along when it comes on the radio.
3. "O Holy Night" by any artist. I love this song so much that I don't care who sings it...well, except for Katy Perry.
4. "Happy Christmas" by John Lennon (Melissa Etheridge and Sarah McLachlan do nice versions as well). "War is over, if you want it." A pretty simple concept, but so very true.
5. "Carol of the Bells" by any artist (although I have a soft-spot for piano renditions). Despite these lyrics being nearly impossible to understand/remember (20 bucks to anyone who can sing them all without looking them up), I still enjoy the challenge of being able to sing along.
6. "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen/We Three Kings" by Barenaked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan. No Christmas song ever made me want to harmonize and pick up an acoustic guitar as much as this one!
7. "All Alone on Christmas" by Darlene Love. I don't care where this song comes on, I belt it out like it's my job. Yes, I've been kicked out of some Targets before.
8. "Please Come Home for Christmas" by Jon Bon Jovi. I'm not such a huge fan of the song, but the video is all sorts of hot, so it makes the list for that reason alone.
9. "Christmas in Hollis" by Run D.M.C. Not only does this song take me back to my youth and make me want to dance, but its lyrics also contain a message ("never steal from Santa, 'cause that ain't right").
10. "The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)" by Alvin & the Chipmunks. Another 20 bucks to anyone who can listen to this without raising their voice an octave and singing along. This song also has a bonus: it's super annoying when played loudly (and on repeat), so it makes a great 'gift' for anyone on your naughty list.

This text conversation just happened

I was awakened to a text from an unknown, Ohio number at 7:38 am this morning. The following conversation then ensued:

Random 513 area code number that I don't recognize: You're a dork. Lol. Hope you're doing well. Have a good holiday!

Me: I'm a dork who got a new phone, so unfortunately I don't have your number programmed in. At the risk of sounding rude, who is this?

Random 513 area code number that I don't recognize: Ha. Aw, it's your sexy friend from Cincinnati. :) Remember the hot drunken sex? Lol.

Me: Um...I don't think I've ever been to Cincinnati.

Random 513 area code number that I don't recognize: Ha. Nope. I was there. We had buckets of beer. Come on! You forgot? Lol. Now that's rude. Ha!

Me: I'm really drawing a blank. I'm sorry.

Random 513 area code number that I don't recognize: Forget it then.

Me: Uh, okay.

Random 513 area code number that I don't recognize: Man whore.

Me: I am or you are?

Random 513 area code number that I don't recognize: You are. Since you can't remember! Ha!

Me: But I'm not even a man! Are you sure you have the right person?

Random 513 area code number that I don't recognize: Hm. Maybe not. Lol. Nevermind! Sorry.

Me: Not a problem. Happy holidays to you!

Just a little bit of advice, folks: if you're going to wish someone happy holidays, perhaps you should give them the ultimate holiday gift of sleeping in and forgo texting them before 8:00 am. Also, you might want to be a little more diligent when it comes to writing down the numbers of folks you're shared beer and sexy time with. One other tip: stop with the LOL usage already. Number one, it's annoying. Number two, I have a hard time believing someone would actually be laughing out loud as their hook-up partner fails to remember who they are.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Beards, Jacuzzis and Christmas decorations

Last week, I had a Midwestern extravaganza in Wisconsin, Minnesota and Iowa. And by 'extravaganza,' I mean, I slept a lot and ate at some rest areas. I kid, I kid. It was actually a lot more fun than that.

I went with Steve Sabo, who was headlining at the clubs we worked. Not only is Steve the headliner, but he's also my friend...and my opponent on an upcoming main card, pay-per-view special (see picture below).

We started off in Wisconsin where we worked at Fanny Hill in Eau Claire. Fanny Hill is a dinner theatre/restaurant/bed and breakfast, and it is definitely one of the coolest places I've stayed. The staff was absolutely wonderful, and the food was delicious, too. The place was decorated for the holidays, and they even played New Kids on the Block's version of "White Christmas" over the loud speaker.

But that's not even the best part! The absolute best was the fact that we both got whirlpools and fireplaces in our hotel rooms. If I'm ever famous, both of those items will definitely be in my rider (along with my dressing room needing to be stocked with both dark chocolate peanut chews and Joey McIntyre).

The show was fun, and we stayed after for a bit to talk to some audience members. I then retired to my hotel room and took a very relaxing soak in the jacuzzi. After I exited the tub, I decided that I might want to take a bath in there in the morning as well. So I made the brilliant decision to keep the water in there, as not to waste it. Do you think the fact that the water would be cold 12 hours later dawned on me? If your answer was, "no," you would be correct.

So, the next morning, after waking up, and sadly draining the tub, we drove to Rochester, Minnesota. We didn't have a show at night, so instead, we occupied our time by eating sushi and giving me a beard with Steve's spray-on hair. I mean, really, what else is there to do at a Motel 6? After taking several pictures, I decided that I don't think a beard really becomes me, and I'm still finding spray-on fibers in my ears since Steve got a little overzealous with the fake hair.

On Friday, we headed down to Cedar Falls, Iowa to perform for two nights at Jokers Comedy Club. Our first stop was KCRR FM in Waterloo, Iowa. We were on the air with the DJ, Corey, for about half an hour to promote the show, and it was so much fun! Corey was really nice, and I got to talk about Michigan (read: make fun of my hometown) and he even asked me some questions about my days working for PETA (read: wanted details about me getting naked on the street corner for a living).

The shows were a blast, too! And after Saturday's show, I got to experience the largest burrito I've ever had in my life when Steve's friends took us to Pablo's Mexican Grill.

So without further adieu, I give you the pictures:


The fantabulous amenities in my Eau Claire hotel room.

Some other pictures from the hotel:


























Stealing a drink from a stuffed animal? Truly heartless.


Right before the bear pinched my butt.


The signs backstage.


Steve on stage.








Steve "Sabotage" Sabo vs. Kate "Fluffy" Brindle (AKA what promises to be the MMA pay-per-view event of the century!)




A giant 'Caffeinated Voice of Reason' about to pounce on the Christmas village.






The name of my room.


The morning view from the deck outside of my room.


The outside of Fanny Hill.


Not sure if you can see him, but Santa was driving that car. I had no idea he had a license, which might be why he ended up on the grass.






Motel 6 has room service, which I think is a bit premature. Perhaps they should have added carpet, hair dryers and blankets without blood stains to their list of amenities first.


This is what happens when you stay at a Motel 6 in middle-of-no-where, Minnesota, and your friend just happens to have some extra spray-on hair.


The artist and his spray-on hair masterpiece.


My impression of Jesus.


Vegan Japanese pan-seared noodles in Rochester, Minnesota. Yummers!


Where I stayed in Cedar Falls, Iowa. Not only are the rooms adorable, but they have a massage chair (that officially became my best friend for the weekend).


My hotel room. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it was really nice (and relaxing, too)!


My bathroom (complete with old-fashioned tub).


Cutest hotel check-in gift ever!


My late-night burrito at Pablo's in Cedar Falls, Iowa weighed in at a whopping two pounds!