not even in chapel hill for 24 hours and i’ve already located & eaten at the local chipotle. i needed one of those salads, though - last night i ate a lackluster shrimp salad, then a chicken/cheese/italian dressing wrap.
this may shock you, but i’ve never really eaten a wrap before. like, where all of the food stuff is completely encased by a tortilla or pita bread or whatever. and yes, that includes burritos. never eaten one. mostly because burritos include beans and i’m not big on beans. but also…there’s something that weirds me out about all of the food being wrapped up. i like my food to have a way to escape. sandwiches, quesadillas, gyros - all of these things have at least a fire exit for the meats or cheeses or sauces.
anyhoo, that wrap was just this SOLID BLOCK of food that i regretted with every single bite. tasty, but still. i found myself on the hotel treadmill this morning, trying to jog away the memory.
then again, anything that makes me get back on a treadmill after slacking on working out for almost two months is pretty powerful.
oh yeah, the comedy. last night i jumped on a open mic. there was a new joke that i wanted to test again but i didn’t get to it. also, i don’t know if 19 year old college kids really get the subtle nuance of any gentrification joke, let alone mine. tonight is my first official set for the festival. it’s at 11pm, meaning i probably won’t hit the stage until close to midnight. so i think i’m going with raunchy. well, as raunchy as i get. i mean, my situations are adult, but at no point do i talk about the stank level of my hoo-ha. so obviously i’ve got some writing to do.