it looks like the schedule at the laughing skull has changed, so my carefully cultivated plan to spend my 40th birthday on stage doing comedy has been thwarted. this means i may have to make actual plans, because i’m pretty sure if i’m not doing something i enjoy i will be alone, sobbing - SOBBING - and i’d like to avoid that, please and thank you.
i’ve got 3 1/2 weeks. last fall, my sister asked what my plans were for the big day. i shrugged.
“you should do something big,” she suggested. “like go to vegas!”
i shook my head. “nah…”
“oh, right. you’ve been to vegas. well, you should go to the beach.”
i grimaced. “i dunno about that…”
she sighed. “well, you gotta celebrate. don’t you want to do something other than comedy?”
“no,” i replied.