Bobby and I saw Baby Wants Candy on Friday night. They were pretty damn amazing. Right off the bat, I knew it was going to be a good show after they took the suggestion of “Disney Presents: Helen Keller on Ice.” What I was most impressed about though was that if you take away all the improvised music and dancing, it was still a good longform show. The story had a narrative arc and really made sense, characters were developed, and the scenes had great beats. For 5 bucks, it’s a really great show. Bobby, Brad (who works there, and is in Clown College with us) and I talked with a bunch of the ensemble afterward. They’re super nice. Apparently, one of the guys (Al, I think his name was) was in the Singapore ensemble that I saw in 2002. Small world.

We went to Ian’s to hang out after that. That get-together was soon all moved to this party down in Wrigleyville. The party itself was ok. I had more fun with all the people watching at the bars surrounding the apartment we went to. It was a BYOB party, so the group was carrying something like two 30 racks. On the way, some guy on the street asked if he could buy a can of PBR from one of our cases for a dollar. Sold! Someone could make serious money (and probably get arrested) selling beer to drunk people on the street.

Shit. The Yankees just beat the Red Sox to win the AL East. I’m not gonna hear the end of this.

On Saturday I went to lunch at the famous Gino’s East for pizza with Elliot. Elliot was my best friend in middle school in Singapore until he moved away. The last time we saw each other was two summers ago when we ran into each other at debate nationals in Wichita. He goes to U Chicago, and has been in the city all summer (classes for him don’t start until next week.) We had a really great time. We’re very similar people, so it made for very easy conversation. Any lunch where you can sit around and talk about how Glenn Beck and Michelle Bachman are fucking insane is a good lunch.

That night, I went to a pre-game on the roof, and then went to a party at Mike’s house. The party was pretty fun. There was a puppy named Belle there that was amazingly adoreable. This Chicago trip of mine is doing really well in the cute-animal department. We hung around for a while, went on an expedition for beer, came back, and then when a bunch of people left, a few of us went upstairs to chill out for a little bit. I ended up smoking hookah and talking with this couple that were involved in Second City, as well as ComedySportz back in Green Bay. So, we reminisced about that, and talked about improv in general.

We left the party around 2, which turned out to be a very smart move because it made for a very interesting train ride. Bobby had had an extremely good time at the party…to the point where he claimed that because he took a martial arts class that morning, he could totally beat up a car if he wanted to. We got on the train, and he took a nap. A few stops down, we pull into the station, and there is an intense fight happening on the platform. It was a standard drunken fight, but made decently exciting by the fact that they were a little too close to the electrified tracks. One of the guys who was fighting (along with his crew) got on the train, and proceeded to be as loud and obnoxious as possible in describing how “shit was popping” and how he “totally kicked the guy’s ass.” This was made better only by the fact that at the next stop, these two guys carried their nearly passed out friend onto the train. One of the guys who was carrying the drunk guy started talking to this girl who was sitting in front of us and explained that he was from France. He loved France, but he definitely “loved America.” Drunk foreigners=always funny.

I watched the season premiere of SNL this afternoon. Jenny Slate (who I’m a big fan of after 7th Floor West) accidentally let slip an F-bomb. Here’s to hoping she isn’t fired. It was an honest mistake; especially because her character was saying “frickin” like 4 times a line. Also, it was late, so no one watching would be bothered. Also, I’m all for cursing on TV. George Carlin had it right.

I’m taking it easy today. I rehearsed a little bit for my vaudeville sketch, and I’m going to Kol Nidre services in a few hours. Easy fast everyone.