Highlights of the night include a mega-rant on how Black thinks his generation should have the legalization of pot as their legacy, lol. Because, in his words, if pot is a gateway drug, so are pretzles. I love him. He talked about how insane it is to tax the poor more than the rich, and how much it sucks to get old. Again, I love him.
He talked about taking LSD and losing, not forgetting, losing, his name and how, when he was in his 30's losing his feet while smoking pot.
The opener for Black was awesome too, but I can't, for the life of me, remember his name. He was in the middle of a joke about taking pills, after he said, "I take pills" a girl by the stage yells "me too" and he has to stop because he starts laughing really hard. He made some really good jokes about Indiana and the Jimmy Stewart street things.
He stayed after the show to sign autographs and take pictures and was really sweet. My life almost complete. All I have to do now is resurrect George Carlin and give Sarah Palin some cement shoes.
By the way, I had an epiphany:
I am heavily attracted to intelligence. This is why I go for guys older than my parents. I'd probably marry Lewis Black if he'd let me. And he has no redeeming physical qualities at all and he's 62.
My Autograph::
Pens lost :(
Apparently me using masking tape to spell "Lets go pens" on my window didn't help as much as I though it would. No matter. Hartnell is still a dickbag. Letang is still el amor de mi vida.
Zom walk on Sunday. Possibly Scare House on Saturday. Thrift store and homecoming festivities tomorrow. Sounds like a good week to me.
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