Busy couple of days

so here ya go.  But first, are you tired yet?  Cause I'm not, I'm just getting warm.  My head is a sharks fin, and like a shark if I stop moving I die.

Alright enough quasi-bravado.  This ain't no rap song, it's my daily life.  Pretty busy.  But let's back that schedule train up and go back to Thursday Oct. 4th:

I taught 8th graders because that is my job.  Day to day, I cram more knowledge into more insolent young punks then most people will ever meet.  Is it tough?  Hell's yeah!  My blood pressure's up, I have little free time, this pinched nerve is probably a mix of stress and softball.  But first year is always tough, so I'll pack up my tears and ship them off to the fabled island of getoveryourself, learn from what happens, and move on.  Plus, I make fun of my 8th graders during my stand-up.  You say something dumb in my class, you might become a punch line.  I tell them that too.  That's why I like 8th graders, you can tell them stuff like that and they laugh.  But I went from that to doing an open mic at Pressure.  I was number 16 out of 19 comics that night.  I got up close to 10:30 I think (the open mic started at 9).  It was awkward and humerous (even when I did my set).  The one bright spot was comedian Reggie Watts got up and used a mini four channel mixer and a guitar recording pedal to make loops of himself and rap over them.  But he did better then rap, he deconstructed rap.  It was one of those moments where I was like, "shit, I have a lot to learn still about performing".   I'm a huge fan of his now and I talked to him after the open mic and he gave me a comp to see The KTF Championship - Battle for The Belt which he was hosting the following day.

Friday: 

I'm on a member team at the Playground Theater called Pastor of Muppets.  Fellow Blewt!sters Paul and Fuzzy perform on this team.  We are very funny and do great shows.  But as a member team we also have to clean the playground, and do box office every now and again.  So we cleaned, and started preparing for box when we notice that the house manager was AWOL and it was 7:30.  I jumped up to the both and the house got opened before I could test lights.  Which, of course, means that when I need to pull lights for the first group, the light board decided not to work, and the lights would not shut off.  So Rene from Homey loves Chachi and Beatbox ran off, pulled the breaker, and the day was saved.  Except when he put the breaker back all the lights came on, the stage lights, the house lights, and the disco ball.  I could finally shut off the disco ball after the light board warmed up and started acting normal.  But then the guy who was supposed to house manage showed up in the light booth.  He might not have been drunk, but he smelled of beer.  He appologized to me while a team was trying to perform (which is loud and distracting).  Later he could not get into the safe to put the house's money and became suspicious of my ability to open the safe (which I've learned since I've been with the playground for four years).  Then I went to use my comp and see the dance competition at  the Lakeshore Theater.  I know nothing about dance, but it was a good show.  It also had the hottest audience in the world comprised mostly of hot, young, athletic, dancers.  I think I'll go again.

Saturday:

Wake up earlier then I want to and  do some taping for the next episode of the Silly Funny Goof Gang show.  I think we got some really great shots.  I also got yelled at by a lady at a bus stop for sneaking up behind her and putting a "dry paint" sign on the bench behind her.  "what did you do behind my back?," she yelled. 
"Nothing," I replied.  "Just put a dry paint sing on the bench next to you."
"You did something else."
"Nope.  Just put a sign and now I'm taking it away.  No harm done," I tried to reason.
"What you're doing is illegal," she notified me.
"Actually, It's not," I corrected her.
And then I walked away and made a vow never to prank someone waiting for the bus because the odds of them being crazy is pretty high.

At noon, DSTW folks talked about what we needed to do tonight and in the future to make Arlington Heights love us.  Not even love us, just not get drunk and angry like a husband from a Lifetime original movie.  I never felt more like Meredith Baxter Berney in my life till last weeks DSTW show.  GUH!  Nasty. But we got it all worked out so that by 8pm I had a car full of comics (Jarred Logan, Robert Buscemi, and Dan Telfer) and was heading to Arlington Heights for redemption.  I'll spare you the details but we rocked the house.  We rocked it so hard it fell down, and then we built it back up with bricks made of funny.  And then I dropped all the comics off and fell asleep pretty hard.

Let's skip to today where I got some traction for my pinched nerve and wrote for

Tomorrow, Tuesday October 9th:

My very first Chicago Underground Comedy appearance.  I'm pumped.  Come see it.  9pm The Beat Kitchen 2100 W. Belmont for only $5.  I will be only one in a night of six absolutely high-lariously amazing performances.

And beer.  Come laugh and drink beer.  I have to sleep so I can teach more kiddos tomorrow.