The blog entry to end all blog entries! Part III
So back on the road I went. I should seriously consider becoming a long haul truck driver. I love driving!
The trip to California started off with an important decision at a Southern Indiana pit stop.
It actually wasn't that tough of a decision. One of these places doesn't exist in California, so it was time for one last hurrah.
I'm having difficulty coming up with anything interesting to say about my trip. Maybe nothing happened. Or maybe my brain isn't working right now because my officemate is pelting me with a constant barrage of Elton John and Tori Amos. Are you reading this, Lisha? Stop it. Stop it now.
So, I hit some bugs on the way.
I arrived in Tempe, Arizona a little after noon the day before the Last Comic Standing auditions.
I didn't see anyone in line, yet. Sweet. I could relax, find a nice spot to camp out, play some guitar, work on some new knock-knock-jokes, and wait for tomorr--whoa! What was this behind the club?
Comics with Tents
Comics with Ass Cracks
A Plethora of Comics
There were over 100 comics already in line, and a lot of them appeared to have been there for a looooong time. It was clear that I wasn't going to get to audition. Now what?
Off to Vegas I went. It was my first visit since I started playing poker, and I wanted to see what the atmosphere was like. Small. The poker rooms are tiny compared to the Commerce Casino in Los Angeles. I was really surprised. I hate talking poker on here, since I get the feeling that this is when my average reader tunes me out. Blah blah blah sat at 1/2NL table at MGM blah blah blah played for about 5 hours blah blah blah won $200 blah blah blah saw Antonio Esfandiari playing a guy that might have been David Sklansky at the Bellagio blah blah blah.
And now I'm in Los Angeles...and there are stories to tell already!