It’s 5 am
I’m in Vancouver
We just closed the fest
And I just got finished DJing the after party

Oh and Alan Cumming was there.

um
crazy much?

I love that I have been in Vancouver 4 days now and the only picture I have taken is this girl’s headshot with gratuitous boob.

It’s now official. I found out tonight. The Anaheim Ducks won the Stanley Cup. Take note. A team whose shitastic original name (The Mighty Ducks) spawned an onslaught of hockey movies from Disney has won the Stanley Cup. The sport has forever been changed. Sometime tomorrow I will shave my playoff beard.
Photographic documentation to follow.
And maybe my face won’t look so fat anymore.
But I doubt that.

I’ve been asking myself recently, is my big beard making my face look fat? Or is my fat face making my beard look big?
I go round and round

I feel like Zach Galifianakis, only less hilarious about it and more self conscious

After a long night and an even longer morning, I have arrived in Vancouver. Why am I here? The Vancouver Improv Festival that’s why. I got to catch an 8:45 am flight straight here. I was fortunate enough to have the whole row of seats to myself. So I really have nothing of note to report. Amber, on the other hand, flew in after me and had these two lovely experiences… On the first leg of her flight, she was sandwiched between a woman with a baby and a man with a cat. Then, after her second leg, when she got to Vancouver and went to claim her baggage, she noticed all of her underwear was strewn about the carousel. Including a brand new bra now complete with tire tracks.
That must have been a sight. There’ll be exciting workshops and shows all week long. After the fest, I get a day or two to rest and then off to Edmonton. After an 11 day tournament I head home for a day of rest before heading to a festival in Providence. Before I know it, it will be July. Huzzah!

yup
5 hours til i have to be on a plane to Vancouver
so what am i doing instead of sleeping
heading out to drink beer and sit in a hot tub
improv fest here i come

When did Bob Odenkirk get so old?