Hot Nights, Cool Sassafrass.

So I drove down on monday morning to Sunnyvale, hung out with the bro-in-law and the niece, then the sister. We ate a lovely dinner and then the sister and I hightailed it up to the City. San Francisco. The city that often sleeps. You know, just the recommended eight hours a night.

We got in line and then I got into another line. We looked at all the cool cats and I told a funny story about two twin sisters I knew in grade school who were like fun-house mirror images of each other because one was tall and pretty and one had something strange go wrong in her development and ended up really short and squat and ugly. And then my sister said, "Just like us!" Because she is a bitch. But she is pregnant and all fat right now so if it makes her feel better about herself to point out my shortcummings, since she is all fat and shit, then so be it.

Then we went inside and got in line to pee. One thing about pregnant ladies - they pee an awful lot. Boy howdy do they ever.

Then the show started!

First it was Michael showalter and he did some funny jokes and then gave a little slide show presentation from his laptop about about he went from a nice Princeton youth to a wanna be gangsta rapper. And it was very funny. My favorite thing he did was this air tambourine thing. And also when he tried to get the audience to heckle him and then made fun of them when they tried.

Then Michael Ian Black said some funny stuff for a while. It was hilarious! They were both very funny. I am loath to go into details here, however, because I don't feel like rehashing their jokes in an unfunny way. Just be comfortable knowing that the audience really loved them and so did I. Afterwards, my sister and I were first in line to have them sign DVDs of the Stella Shorts and so we got to stand really close to them and sort of talked about the opening of the boxes of DVDs and the signing of the DVDs. That was pleasant but it all went by so fast that I barely had time to really take them in up close. I will say that Michael Ian Black looked smaller and paler, almost jaundiced, upclose and personal and Michael Showalter was just about as disheveled as I imagined him to be. Michael Ian Black was much more calm and cool and nice about the autographs and stuff than Showalter was. Showalter looked like he might die from his efforts and did everything he could not to look people in the eye. Or maybe it was just me. I blamed my preggo sister because I think that a pregnant lady killed Showalter's dad when he was a boy and he has hated pregnant women ever since. Makes sense that he is not married and has no kids yet. Even though he is 36 years old. Makes me feel like a spring chucken.

All in all, it was pleasant and fun and funny and nice and I had a good good time. The best part was spending quality time with my niece, Ailsa, who loves me best. More than her own parents.

On a funny side note, you know the blog that I posted yesterday, you know the one about the gash, the sort of, kind of, in bad taste little story about nasty gash? Well since I mentioned Tina Fey's name in it this weird celebrity webpage thing about tina fey automatically linked to it in a section called Blogbuz or something like that. Here is the site - http://www.newsamericanow.com/profiles/tina-fey/

It isn't there now but it was yesterday and this morning and I got a few hits from it. Suddenly, I was embarrassed about what I had posted! Can you imagine!!

It was a fleeting moment of embarrassment and I am over it now. So my new strategy to get people who don't know me to read my blog is just to mention tina fey in each entry. And then say something horrible.

Tina Fey:Butt Butt, stinky butt. Farts. Assholes. Toilet Fucker. Vagina. Penis.

P.S. Tina Fey has breadcrumbs in her vag, per Michael Showalter.

P.S.S Tina Fey should cover up her vag. I am sick of looking at her lady patch all over town.