Bitter, Party of One

Is this thing on? Our Girl on comics, the ladies of Venus and Lewis Black

Then he did some Dan Quayle material, which is generally a worse sign, but when he talked about being Samoan and eating Dan Quayle ("We would have had stew for days!"), we changed our mind.

We waited after the show to say hi, but we were perilously tired from our smashing birthday party the night before—which even we aren't self-indulgent enough to write about—and also we had already been to an Ice Dogs game that evening, and we still had to go to Que Sera and go dancing with all the 23-year-olds to a fine bossa-nova beat (Room 802; watch for it in the listings), and we were practically nodding out like a junkie, so we had no inner censor and just started bragging about how we're so pretty and skinny and smart and fucking great for no good reason at all, like we do, and we realized it was time to leave before we got ugly. But it was too late.

Hey, guys, aren't women vain and stupid? Hello? Is this thing on? Do head to Tuesdays With Todd at the Irvine Improv in the Irvine Spectrum, 71 Fortune Dr., Irvine, (949) 854-5454. Really, do. .
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