Oh, my gosh, did you think we’d NEVER get to this weekend? The work week was fraught with stupidity on so many levels, it’s such a relief to have two days to simply think my own thoughts, make my own mistakes instead of someone else’s…
Mr. R and I had a good time at the Improv last weekend. We were running a little late that night, which might have been a little bit my fault. Hey, looking this amazing doesn’t just happen, LOL! But when we made a wrong turn, it worked out better than anticipated, because we ended up in a little parking lot only a block away from the club, so we were seated in plenty of time for the show.
Before the opening act, we placed our first order in compliance of the ‘two-drink minimum’ and sipped contentedly as the first two comedians ran through their sets. The headliner was Andrew Schulz, and we laughed a lot. I’m including a snippet from his act, although this clip is from a performance in NYC.
We had such a great time. Long ago when we first started dating, Mr. R and I visited a comedy club in Boca several times. Once, on the 45-minute drive back to northern Palm Beach County, Joan Jett came on the radio and, with the windows open and the music blasting, we joined in with a LOUD, slightly tipsy rendition of I Hate Myself for Loving You.
I love collecting memories like that. They remind us of what we have together. I hope this weekend finds you well, and that you’re able to make so great memories with those you love. And remember, it’s a 4-day work week. Yay!
Happy Saturday night!
P.S. I wanna be Joan Jett when I grow up. Just so you know…