September shows

Here's where I'll be bringing the funny so far for September....

Wednesday, September 2nd
Opening Bell Coffee House at the Mosaic, Downtown Dallas
8 PM, $5 cover

Tuesday, September 8th
Second Tuesday Comedy Show @ Absolute Rehearsal Studios
I-35 at Walnut Hill, Dallas
8 PM, no cover

Wednesday, September 9th
Hyena's Open Mic
Mockingbird Station, Dallas
8 PM, no cover

Saturday, September 26th
Taste of the Islands Caribbean Bar and Restaurant
Spring Creek @ Alma, Plano
8 PM, no cover. I'm hosting this one.

Still trying to get more time at Hyena's. The Open Mic switches from Sundays to Wednesdays beginning on September 9th. I won't be doing this Sunday's open mic cuz it's my daughter's b-day.

Soup's On!

Last nite, I turned down my favorite booty call. I'm getting tired of everything always being on his terms. I'm tired of him never responding to my calls or texts, but expecting me to drop everything when he calls me. So instead of happily running over there, I said simply, "Nope, not tonite." I feel all bad-ass and powerful now.

So the Chef gave me his digits today. Go me! I've been chasing this guy for months, and I don't believe he really noticed until a few weeks ago. I think I shall call him tonite and see if he wants to have a drink. I found a neat little place in Lakewood that would be perfect.

Coincidences

Howdy. Hope you all are doing fine and dandy on this beautiful Thursday morning.

Wow, that was a little too chipper, eh?

I've been feeling shitty for a few days, but doing better today, thankfully. And thanks for your concern.

I've read 2 books over the past 2 weeks, which is unusual for me. The first one was "The Manhattan Hunt Club" by John Saul, which I liked a lot. The second was "When You Are Engulfed in Flames" by David Sedaris, who is officially my new favorite gay man on the planet. The two books were not at all similar - one is a suspense/thriller type and the other a series of humorous essays. But there was one odd coincidence in both books - both authors capitalize the word 'dumpster'. I found this to be curious, so I did some googling. Apparently, 'Dumpster' is a brand-name, like Band-Aid, so it's always capitalized in literature. Weird, huh? Maybe that's something you didn't know!

I went to get my hair cut today at lunch time, and I decided to try a place I've never been to before. I've been hesitant to find a new hairdresser since my friend Josh died last year. He was my friend first, a comedian second, and my hairdresser as a side note. The cutest straight hair guy you could ever meet! I miss him terribly and I just couldn't bring myself to find someone new. But today, I needed a new look. I walked into Floyd's on Greenville and sat down. A girl came over and introduced herself, and took me over to her chair. We started talking about my hair and why it's been so long since I've had anything done to it. Then I mentioned that I'm a comedian, and suddenly she looked shocked. "I know you," she told me. I looked at her more closely and although she was familiar, I couldn't quite place her. "You're talking about Josh, right?" she asked, and I nodded. "We've met before, I came to your apartment with him a while back!" And suddenly I remembered her. Amy, the girl with all the cool tattoos, including eyeliner and lipstick. I met her on the day she had the face stuff done. How crazy that we should run into each other again, especially at the hair salon. We talked about Josh and how we both remembered him so fondly. It's coming up to the one year anniversary of his death, so it really was nice to find someone who knew him like I did.

Small world. Very small indeed.

Move? Check. Dignity? Check minus.

I think I've done enough whining lately, so it's time to get back on the positive side of things.

We're done with the move. Finally. I now have a fully functional apartment with no roommates. All that's left is to hang up some pictures and such.

Yadda, yadda, yadda, I got my car back yesterday. Don't ask. Seriously.
It's running for now, but I'm still going to sell it, or at least try to trade it in for something newer.

Work is crazy busy but that's a good thing. I'm still trying to work my charm and magic on the chef who works there. He's been extra chatty with me lately, but I don't know if it means anything. I've learned not to get my hopes up about boys.

Fairly happy with life at the moment. Hope all is well with you.

Not a happy camper today

I'm going to complain, and you guys are gonna let me, mmkay? Thanks.

The move went terribly. I still don't have my living room furniture, a TV or my daughter's bed. Nice, huh? Here's a PSA for ya - never store your stuff at a 'friend's house'. I paid him twice what I would have paid at a store-your-shit-yourself place, and have none of the access. And even though we have confirmed the day and time that the movers would be there, for some reason he decided to blow me off and leave town for a couple of days. Still haven't heard from him. So I paid the movers extra money to make an extra stop, which they didn't have to make. Did they charge me anyway? Hell yes they did. They hardly had to carry anything, mostly boxes, one bed and a chair. Yippee. Fuckers. I'm so mad at the whole situation. The whole point of hiring movers in the first place was to keep my friends from having to help move my shit up 3 flights of stairs. As it stands, I'm gonna have to ask someone for help. That is, whenever that douchebag decides to come back and let me get my stuff.

One of our cats has a urinary tract infection. And sadly, I can't afford to take him to the vet. Hell, I'm so broke I can't afford a pack of cigarettes. And don't give me that, "This would be a good time to quit, Jenn" shit. That just makes me angrier.

Cute Italian boy came over last nite - so I guess that solves the mystery of who will be the first boy I have over at my new place. We have a good time, but when he leaves, I feel kinda empty. Gah. I don't want to sound all girlie, but it would be nice to have someone who actually cared about me as a person instead of just my body parts. The Cuban guy never called me back. It's funny, if I don't put out, they don't call back, but if I give it up, they always want to see me again. Sigh. I hate that. The bass player has been calling me a lot, while he's sober. That's a switch. I think he likes me too much, but I don't have to worry about that since he's in New Mexico.

Car is still in the shop and I refuse to sleep with that greasy, disgusting Russian guy to get a discount. So now it will be at least a month before I can get it back, and I doubt he will let it stay there that long for free. I'm taking the bus to work and it sucks so much I just want to cry. It's a 10 minute drive to my office from home - it's an hour on Dart. Fuck.

I'm gonna try to cheer up. I know there's a bright side to all of this, I'm just not seeing it today.

I'm not easily forgotten

The 27-year old called me last nite, out of the blue. He's been working out of state since May and we haven't talked in a while. I was surprised to hear from him. I have to admit, I was also glad to hear from him. Out of all the boys I've spent time with in the past year, he's always been my favorite. Looks like he'll be coming back to town soon. Score! He has no idea what's in store for him.

My Facebook pic is hard at work, y'all. They're crawling out of the woodwork and over each other to get to me. I find it hilarious. And a tad bit flattering.

He did hack one of my jokes, but in a good way. Short story - he was at a party, and 2 large girls came up to him, trying to get his attention. He leaned over to his buddy and said, "Do I smell like cake?"

Sweet. I know we'll never have anything serious together, but by golly, he'll never forget me.

Look at me!

My new pic here is also my Facebook profile pic. It's been getting a lot of attention. I've been getting friend requests from men I don't know, and over the weekend I was asked out on a date via Facebook. It's someone I've known for a long time, he used to be in my ex's improv group, but we've never really hung out. Honestly, I thought he was gay. lol. So he sends me a message out of the blue, asking how I'm doing and what I'm up to, etc. I wrote to him that I'm just working, doing comedy, that sort of thing. He wrote back again, said he had been writing some stand-up and that we should get together over drinks and talk about it, and that he really liked my picture.

Hmm. Ok.

You were right to label it my 'spank pic', Tom. It sure seems to have that affect!

My weekend, let's see...I went on a date with a hot Cuban guy from work on Friday nite. We'll see if that goes anywhere. It was fun, he's interesting. Saturday nite I got to see my Italian boy, and Sunday I had daquiris and pool time with my crazy friend Paul. I do believe we were the oldest people at The Village pool.

Moving to my new place this Friday! Woot! I can't wait. This weekend I'll be able to have a boy over if I want to. lol. Any takers?