Who's Mommy's Little Tanqueray?

Last night I had a simple and fun little night of comedy.

First off, my day was non-eventful in a, "I had to take my twerps to the Dr. at the last minute to see if they had chicken pox." sort of way. Which, I was relieved to do, since that very morning my air conditioner had broken down, again - while my car cools down pretty quickly.

The Valley has been as hot as two rabbits humping in a wool sock. The kids and I were being in complete denial about it, as we wasted away the morning. Me on Facebook and Twitter, them on the Roblux game site.

Turns out my little one had poison oak and not the chicken pox. I'm still trying to figure out how he got poison oak playing on his laptop... Perplexing.

I dropped the dudes off at their father's gated complex. I came home, lazed about in my hot house and did my usual passive aggressive goof around and waste my time, when I should'a been organizing my set list.

During this period, I was wrestling with trying not to call the activity partner who is knee deep in a work project with a looming due date. I'm experimenting with this new tactic, where I try not to change or guilt the person I'm with. The activity partner has a tremendous amount of focus when it comes to his work. Although, he has never said that my texting or sweet voice mails are distracting. I've decided I should cool some of my communications, i.e. stop texting him stupid girl thoughts like, "It would be pretty damn practical if you could leave your brain and fingers in the studio, but teleport the rest of your body over here... Oh, never mind, I'd want the fingers too!"

I was really looking forward to the venue where I was going to be performing at. I'd never been to the Hollywood Bar and Grill, so I wanted to play my set list by ear, live on the edge a bit, in my own little white girl way. In fact, I already had my token cocktail picked out for the evening. When said cocktail did come later that evening, I actually started sing-songing,"Who's mommy's little Tanqueray and Tonic? Mommy missed you sooo much.."

The Hollywood Bar and Grill is located at the corner of Sunset and Gower, in the Gower Gulch. For those of you who don't know this. The Gower Gulch is an old mini mall decorated like a 50's wagon trail show. The Gower Gulch holds many memories for me. Nothing creepy or odd happened specifically there. But I always remember driving by it on my way nearby, to where something creepy or odd went down.

Anyway, Ted Twyman, who had put together the show, had booked me through Facebook. When I got to the club it had a few people, and by the time the show rolled around, it had gotten real busy. Right away I saw that the stage was compact and sitting in the perfect corner. I could tell the show was going to be fun. The Emcee was cheerful and organized with his characters, while he kept the energy going act after act. My favorite of the night was a girl named Hailey Boyle.

I was a bit nervous about my set. I wanted to try a new joke and free form it a bit. The crowd was pretty generous and I got into the perfect flow of chucking, jiving and pussy jokes.

Afterwards, I went to the HaHa, had my second Tanqueray, hung out with Joey Diaz, came home, ate a sandwich and texted the activity partner. Aaargh!