Never a dull Night . . .

So, if one thing goes on the calender, something else will invariably go right on top.

Tonight, we went to a storytelling show. I've been to a few of these now, which makes me an expert. Tonight's show was . . . just fine. It's hard to be critical of people who take the time to put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) and write out a story in their own words that is intended to cause me to feel something. Being a human being, I am ruled by FEELING, so it's not too hard to elicit a laugh, or a tear, or something. Honesty walks farther in a moment than fear.

Don't try so hard.

That being said, I'd really like to give this storytelling thing a try. Despite what this vague attempt at a blog might have you believe, I really feel like I could share an honest story or two . . . with purpose. They all have different formats, but you're basically given a theme, and then you have a given time-a week, a month, half an hour-to build a story around the theme. From what I've been able to gather-the stories are-if not completely true, at least based in actual experience. I've had a few of those . . .

Not content to drive all the way across town for one measly 90-minute show, T and I then popped by a birthday party in Hollywood. A friend of T's was waving goodbye to her 20's, and we made a brief stopover to wave with her. Is there anything more fun than being tired, searching Hollywood for a parking space, walking into a decrepit apartment building into a party where you don't know any of the guests . . . who are all a decade younger than you? I can't think of anything!

That was my inner curmudgeon making a brief but poignant appearance. In truth, it seemed like a pretty fun party. It just happens that I'm in a place where the thought of making small talk with actors is akin to cheese-grating my face . . . I have no desire to do it. Thankfully, (and gracefully, btw), we kept our appearance brief. Passed on the many happy returns, ate some of their birthday food, marveled at the cock-shaped birthday cake and vamoosed. Like. The. Wind.