More Comedy

Hey all,

Haven't sat down and LJed for a few days, which is not to say I haven't been up to Stuff, far from it!

Thursday night, Deb and I dragged ourselves to more of the Comedy Festival. Deb really wanted to see How to Get Almost Anyone to Want to Sleep with You, and I really wanted to see Josh Earl (who is a librarian... ). The first show was on at Trades Hall at 8.30, the second was on at the Town Hall at 9.45PM. Could we make it to both??? Damn it, we wouldn't be from the most over-festivaled city in the world if we didn't try! We didn't even have tickets to "How to Get Almost Anyone to Want to Sleep with You", but we rocked up at Trades Hall anyway, and as luck would have it, there were tickets left and I even had time to eat some "Dinner" at the Trades hall bar.

"How to Get Almost Anyone to Want to Sleep with You" was really good value, really funny and surprising informative, I mean, if you were single and looking to attract attention, she had advice that might actually have helped.

That show ran a smidgen late, because so had the one before, so we were left with seven minutes to get from Trades Hall to the Town hall! We rushed to the tram stop, cursed it's every pause, and rushed into the Town Hall, up several flights of stairs, and made it only about five minutes late.

Josh is a funny guy. His show was about Tasmania and growing up in Burnie, complete with pictures. He did a really funny song which he used last year called "Bored Mum", a song about getting a long pointless phone call from your mother. Funny.

My Friday

Friday morning, I felt all chipper for some reason. I pottered around my flat, got offered a job, danced about, did tiny amounts of house cleaning. Deb came over to share my lunch of Roast Vegies, then I had another job interview, this time in Richmond. I thought it didn't go very well, but then they offered me a great position - go figure...

Friday night, I went to what must have been a 26th birthday do - how do I get invited to these things? Anyway, dude called Adrian who is friends with a couple of my friends, so I thought, what heck. It was in a little bar called Sister Bella, which was at the very end of Snider Lane, which is off Drewery Lane, which runs between Lonsdale and, er Little Lonsdale! Nice little bar, mostly upstairs, in a kind of "distressed" old warehouse building. Thus confirming my suspicion that there is a law in Melbourne that no funky space in the inner city shall remain without a bar in it! I can't keep up, which cleary indicates I'm old and should move to the suburbs :-)

Got to see Luna and Clive, which was ace. Luna had heart surgery a few weeks back, which would have been more scary if they hadn't done some kind of hip modern surgery, only given her a local, and gone in through a vein in her leg... I pictured huge scars all down her chest and stuff, but no...

Chatted to some folks, then bailed kinda early. Had to explain to some people that Deb was tired and cranky, so they'd have to get to meet her later... :-)