ah, comedy festival. it's times like these i wish i had a large wad of cash and no other commitments... but hey, who am i kidding? even though i have no large wad of cash (who does, especially around this time of year??), my 'commitments' are negligible at the best of times. saw justin heazlewood's 'in bed with my doona', yianni's 'black and white and 'comedy zone', then proceeded to party on a school night at superstar karaoke. even though we eventually got home at 1.30, i'm surprisingly awake and semi-bushy tailed now. i might fade around 2, i think. though i just remembered that today is 'let's all go to nirankar for lunch and drink beer and eat curry' day, so realistically i will either get my second wind, or fall asleep at three. ah, curry. it really is the food of the gods.
on the tram in to work, i got inspiration for a louis vuitton standup bit, which is good cause i've had half a lv joke in my head since o-week. now it is complete. i really should carry a notebook at all times. however, now that i've left this as a hint, i should be fine. oooh, cryptic. maybe i will write it down... excuse me.
okay, back. but did i actually write it down? i guess you'll never know. until the next gig. which will be in ages, but it will be. oooh, cryptic. one last thing before i go. this chick i saw on the tram with the lv bag - well, she was one of those blonde, designer-clad, doe-eyed, diamond-lips in translucent pink kinda chicks... then her phone rang, and it was salt and peppa's 'push it'. then at the end of her conversation with her (i assume) boyfriend, she guffawed in a honking-snort way and said 'yeah, ya tool'. hmm. i can buy me an extremely expensive, rather ugly bag, but i can't buy me class.