The only downside to Boise that I can see is it's a bit isolated; there's not much else up there. And it's not easy to get to Albany, which is major for me. Oh, and it's not very diverse. Saturday afternoon I was buried in my cellphone at the gate waiting to board my plane to Boise, when I happened to look up and saw two black guys sitting across from me. I swear to God, I looked around to make sure I was at the right gate.
Saturday night I did a short set before my comedy coach, Michael Wheels Parise, took the stage at the Varsity Pub in Meridian. He had never seen me perform before--just saw some videos--so I wanted to do well, and I did. Whew! I meet with him for a coaching session tomorrow afternoon--I'm so pumped to be working with him. A bunch of Mom's friends came, too, which was nice.
Mom and Stepdaddy are doing great, as you can tell by this photo.
|Dining at Applebee's after the show|
I wish I'd made a video of Mom's Jesus-Christ! rant Sunday morning about Dr. Phil's poor English, ending with "He's an asshole!" but I did take a picture of this word she was trying to pull off during our Sunday night Scrabble game.
Really, Mom? I bet even Dr. Phil would remember the "e."
Anyway, it's good to be home and holy crap, the husb really went to town cleaning the kitchen while I was gone.
And we're not even having a party! Maybe we should...