We have chippies, We have chippies, we got lots of stuff to eat!
Going to see Pauly Shore, aka Bud, aka The Wea-ee-sle, perform standup tonight at The Improv in Addison. I know, Addison, right? I haven’t been that far north since I lived in my old place, Getsrobbedalot Crackalley Villas, nestled between the loony bin and the freeway overpass where unsavory characters met up to swap illegal substances and/or communicable diseases. No place like home.
Anyway, I’m really REALLY pumped about tonight. Pauly Shore is sooo 1996, but I heard him on the Stern show a few weeks ago and I laughed so hard I almost peed. Then The Greek heard him on The Ticket yesterday, and though he wont admit it, he probably almost peed too. FYI sometimes I use the word almost as a synonym for definitely.
How does this relate to food? Well, it doesn’t, really, but the title of this post is one of my favorite quotes from the mid 90’s cinematic masterpiece, Bio-Dome. Ohhh Bud and Doyle, how you get trapped in that bubble? Actually, I wanted to mention that when I bought the tickets online, I noticed there was a box to check in case you planned on “dining” at the venue. I mean, I’m familiar with comedy clubs having a two drink minimum (gotta loosen up those yuppies…) but I’m a little suspicious of the food being served at such a fine establishment. Not trying to get all hung up on semantics, but I don’t think “dining” is the right word. I mean, wouldn’t it be distracting hearing all those knives and forks claking around while poor Pauly is trying to do his act? Rude. It’s loud enough with the drinks, cuz lord knows I make all sorts of noises after gettin a little booze in my belly. <—— that girl.
Anywho, here’s the menu in case you’ve got a case of the curious. You should probably get that checked out.
