Sunday, February 22, 2009

Is there a good 185 joke for "Barack Obama?"

Is it possible for me to be funny-ed out? I think it might be. Tonight I went to an audition for a short form improv group. I had fun if nothing else. There were about 30-40 people there for 2-3 open spots in this group. Can you believe it? And these auditioners were good. More than half should be performers. I'm currently writing another sketch. I'm being extremely lazy about it. I guess because I'm still trying to decide whether to stage it. Sadly, going to the audition meant missing volleyball. Damn.

In other performance news, I'll be performing at a lil' pep rally at work this coming Saturday morning. We are taking a Broadway show tune (my favorite kind of tune) and changing the words to make it about work. We'll throw in costumes and choreography. "And I'll get my Uncle Bob to let us use the barn!" It'll be swell. I'm actually kinda looking forward to it. I've been practicing the song in my car.

Actually, I sang a lot yesterday. My roommates (who can now be classified officially as "roommawesome") took me to dinner at a Korean restaurant and then to ASIAN STYLE KARAOKE! Yes! Our own little rooms! No performing for drunk bar crowds or listening to "Friends in Low Places" (although I do like that song). Instead we sang only what we wanted, which in our case included some Thai songs by Jason's girlfriend. YOU CAN'T DO THAT IN A BAR! Unless it's a Thai bar. Yes, we sang lots, my roommates brought a cake into the place, they tried to get me drunk, but I was so stuffed with korean food, that instead I was just happy. I wore the tiara.

This was after a totally amazing trip home. It wasn't very long, but it was long enough to see some old friends. Luckily, I saw Mesha before she went in for surgery. Sadly, it might be a while till I see the results of the surgery in person. Hopefully, she can visit Beantown and show it off. If only Carson Kressley were going to be here. I got her some jello for her convalescence. Like I told her, "it's for sick people."

I saw MaryAnn, her son and her mother. I visited them at their house. Which is exactly where I love to visit them. I wish that there was a word for MaryAnn that encapsulated her energy, zaniness, compassion, humor, and wealth of trivial knowledge. I think the word might be "NKOTB fan." She has passed this love on to her son. When she puts on an NKOTB song, he comes shrieking into the room, quivering with excitement, and begins to dance. Sadly, he might have to start food therapy (I am not making this up). But he's so darn smart and so darn cute that I'm sure he'll learn to love chicken fingers.

I saw Jen and Leanne as well. My mother says that we're boring and she's right. Our idea of fun was Ikea ... ok, it was fun. We're nerds, what do you expect? We had a lovely dinner at Melting Pot with a very enthusiastic waiter - reciting the menu for us was like a dream come true for this guy. Don't even get me started on his passion for clearing the table. We all wore tiaras to dinner and donuts. Later, we ate Krispy Kreme donuts (only HOT ones!) Jen gave us an album with photos of our past trips - very cool. Next year, we should have fondue ... in Paris.

I saw some of my old Val Gal friends. Seeing them is a treat because that's when I really feel like I'm in Richmond. Together they are the perfect slice of life in Richmond - ghetto, elite, Southern and fabulous. I met Christina in Croaker's Spot. That restaurant is the smell of heaven.

And I went to see Billie. Same old Billie. It makes you wanna love her more. I really do wish that I got to see her more often. I didn't get to see her son, but he sounds wonderful. She's doing well, although she broke her wrist, which didn't get diagnosed for weeks, so she worked with it, taking lots of painkillers, waiting for the pain to go away, until finally she went back to have it reassessed, they discovered that it was in fact broken, put her in a cast, and then told her that she couldn't work for 4 weeks until it healed. This kind of thing happens to Billie all the time. You gotta love her.

Finally, I did get to see my family. I prolly coulda spent more time with them, but they did get to see me for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'll prolly see all of them over the summer or sometime in between. I love and miss them. But I really wanted my vacation to be about catching up with old friends and reminiscing about old times. I'm so glad that I did. It'd been a year since I saw Jen and Leanne, 9 months since I'd seen Mesha, and I don't even remember the last time that I saw MaryAnn, Billie, and the Val Gals. I mean to keep these friends for life, so ...
Speaking of old friends that I should see, Kalpana called me today! She's been put on bed rest til the delivery. Working too hard means that she's dilated an inch. I think she said 3 weeks til she's due. I'll let you know as soon as I do.

Tuesday, I'm going skiing (finally!) Laura wrangled it off and asked if I wanted to go. I made some switcheroos at work, so I think it'll be good. I'm excited. And then hopefully, we'll go to trivia that night. We'll see. If not, there's always karaoke.

185 skiers walk into a bar and the bartender says, "We don't serve skiers in here." And the skiers say, "But we just needed a lift."

185 Thais walk into a bar and the bartender says, "We don't serve Thais in here." And the Thais all say, "But we came with Mai." Get it, Mai Tai? Get it?

185 Melting Pot waiters walk into a bar and the bartender says, "We can't serve you here." And the waiters all say, "But we're so fond-of-ue." Get it? Fondue? Get it? ...say it quickly.



185 people with broken wrists walk into the bar and the bartender says, "We can't serve you here." And the 185 people with broken wrists say, "Are you going to cast us out?"

185 Orthognathic surgeons walk into a bar and the bartender says, "We don't serve Orthognathic surgeons in here." And the Orthognathic surgeons all punch him in the jaw.

185 donuts walk into a bar and the bartender says, "We don't serve donuts." And the donuts all scoff and say, "Like we would eat donuts?"

12 NKOTB fans walk into a bar and the bartender says, "Is that all?"

I still got it. If you have any good ones, please share.

2 comments:

Rob Hoffmann said...

185 Barack Obamas walk into a bar. The bartender says "sorry, we don't serve Barack Obamas here". The Obamas say, "What, we're not stimulating enough?"

I think I just proved why I never really considered performing improv. :)

Ginger said...

That's not bad. That's not bad at all. I mean, you've heard what we've come up with. Unless this took you more than 10 seconds to think of ... in which case it wouldn't have been good for improv.