This Week

Jun 15 2008 11:00 PMAdd comment

It seems like it's always Next Week: I'll be good Next Week. I'll get to bed on time Next Week. I'll bring my lunch to work Next Week. I'll get to the gym every day Next Week.

But now, it's This Week, I can feel it. I even made a calendar (using Google Calendar, which is an excellent application, and I'm not even being paid to say that) for This Week, listing everything from getting-up and going-to-bed times, to my appointments and meetings, to what I'm planning to eat for lunch and dinner.

This Week is going to happen, dammit.

(Please, please, please let it happen. I'm tired of it turning into a big flaming pile of Fail.)

I've become a bit more social lately. That is, I have actual social events planned. Tuesday I'm going to a Twin Cities Web Pros meeting. Yes, I'll actually be talking about web design and development with other people. Also, on Wednesday evening I have a writing group get-together, and I might be having lunch sometime during the week with someone I haven't seen for over a year. I'm looking forward to it; I never really got to know her very well, but I like her a lot.

I've also registered for the Minneapolis/St. Paul Board Games Meetup. I love board games! but Jesse doesn't, really, so I haven't been playing with anyone much. I kind of suck at strategy games, but I'd appreciate the practice. Besides, being humiliated can be a social event, too. Should be interesting.

On Friday night Jesse and I went with a couple of his coworkers to see Tig Notaro at the Acme Comedy Company. It was a night of firsts, or at leasts rares, for me.

1. We hung out with a couple, as a couple. I don't think we've done that before.
2. We went to a comedy club, also something we haven't done before.
3. I had alcohol. That's extremely unusual. I almost never drink, but on this occasion I got a "carafe" of a concoction that involved lemonade and maybe vodka and watermelon something-or-another, I can't remember, but it was quite good.
4. So good, in fact, that I had a second. All it did was make me hot and a little tired and a little upset-stomach-y, which is my typical reaction to alcoholic beverages. And maybe some of my words went away, but I couldn't tell because we were watching a show, not conversing.

The show itself was pretty good. I enjoyed both Tig Nataro and her opening act, Natasha Leggero, the former more than the latter. Before they went on we were subjected yes, OK, subjected to five amateurs competing for the title of Funniest Person in Minnesota. One was excellent, and she won the night (there's apparently a similar competition every night). One was OK. The other three were...not. This one frat-looking guy seemed to think that we'd all be amused to hear that his grandfather is racist and sexist, and that he's not overly fond of gay people. I wanted to boo, but didn't.

A lot of the jokes made by the amateurs — and many of those made by Natasha, for that matter — were of a sexual nature. Maybe it's just me, but I don't find that kind of humor very funny. It doesn't seem clever. I want smart jokes, not some lame cliché about how men can't last more than three minutes in bed, or how unattractive women don't need to worry about being sexually assaulted. Because rape is so freaking hi-lar-ee-ous, dontcha know.

Also, Natasha made some celebrity/reality show jokes that I didn't find amusing at all. She said something about Paris Hilton's vagina falling off, and everybody laughed, and I was actually surprised. I thought, Really? People still think that's funny? I got bored with that sort of joke years ago. And besides, I think she meant "vulva."