Hey you beauty cats.
Holy smokes, today I am le tired.
Last night was stand-up comedy fest 2012 – aka my first time at the microphone in front of buckets and buckets of people – at it was AH-MAZE-ING.
Seriously, it one of the most brilliant nights of my life.
I ended up being the de facto headliner of the evening (as I was the last comic to perform) and I kind of want to say that I killed.
The audience laughed at all the right places (and at some bits that I never really considered all that funny), and even better, they laughed loudly.
I also had a number of other comics approach me after my set and ask me if I had ever done stand-up before (some actually thought I was a performer that my teacher had booked to close off the night).
So fair warning, I’m about two steps away from quitting my life and becoming a professional runner/stand-up comedian (although I should probably remain an amateur because that way I can compete in the stand-up comedy/running Olympics.)
Phew.
Fry-up time!
Shine on you crazy diamond.
So if you’ve been paying attention to any of this year’s holiday fashion trends you would know that sparkles are currently all the rage.
And as such, I feel like a crazed attention deficient hummingbird every time I enter a clothing store.
Everything is shimmering and glittering, and I want to try on each disco-ball inspired piece.
Just yesterday I was at Joe Fresh in hopes of procuring a sparkly skirt (one that I could wear to the myriad of Christmas parties and get togethers I have coming down the pipe over the next month) and I was near blinded by an absolute deluge of sparkle.
Talk about sensory overload.
I did end up purchasing a lovely little number (I am kicking myself for not snapping a photo, but will be sure to take one this weekend) that is absolutely perfect, with just the right amount of glitz and glam.
In the mean time, check out these nails:
Oh baby.
Next!
I’d stop the world and melt with you.
I don’t always cheese on toast.
But when I do, I cheese on toast with two kinds of cheese.
Sharp cheddar. Parmesan.
Oh baby.
Out of a canon.
I spent the summer after my second year of undergrad in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
It’s an absolutely brilliant city and I urge you all to go should you ever get the chance.
One of my jobs was working the front door at a fab little bar/restaurant down at the waterfront, on the nights they had bands or performers playing.
The nub and gist of my position was the more people I could convince to stay and pay cover, the more money I would take home at the end of the night.
Now when I say I loved my job, I am not lying. Above and beyond the fact that I made a crap ton of money (due to my oustanding powers of coercion), I got to listen to amazing music pretty much every night that I worked.
In particular, there was always one musician who – week in and week out – continually knocked my socks off.
Ladies and gents, may I present to you –
Matt Andersen:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unh4gbcanoI
Most of his stuff is much bluesier, but I cannot tell a lie, I’m digging this foray into the country tunes.
It gets me fired up.
Oh baby.
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So there you have it you crazy loons.
I will post the link to my stand-up set on Youtube as soon as it is uploaded.
In the mean time, enjoy your weekends, eat some cheese and toast, and be your brilliant, beautiful, bonkers selves.
Because goodness knows, you’re what makes the world go round.
Rant and Roll 