LaptopGirl asked me a couple of hours ago, "What are you going to write about tonight, Dave?"
I sit here now completely unable to answer that question.
Not that I'm a real writer or anything.
Well maybe I'll just start rambling and it will all make sense.
Or maybe not.
Tonight we went to a comedy club to see the guy that played Screech on TV years ago.
When I say "we" I mean LaptopGirl and I, but this was not a date. LaptopGirl's friend BigWheelGirl came as well, probably to make sure I didn't get any ideas.
It was kind of fun to watch them interact - I usually only get to see LaptopGirl interacting with regulars at the bar.
So anyway, this was the first time I'd gone to the club in a long time. Several years ago it seemed like I went fairly often with family and friends but that all stopped for various reasons.
There were three performers, and all were pretty funny. The second guy did a Barney Fife impression that was hilarious.
The people sitting at the table in front of us were assholes - talking to each other during the entire show. Why do people pay money to see a show then completely ignore it?
Because that's what assholes do.
LaptopGirl seemed quite determined to get one of the comedians to go to Rich O's, but I think they all thought she was a little too SwimFanish or something and they kind of blew her off.
I didn't drink anything but Diet Coke all night - my hangover was still enough of a presence that even the whiff of beer I got at Rich O's waiting for LaptopGirl to arrive made me ill.
I had fun though.
I guess now the question of what I'll write about tonight has been answered.
And the answer is: