I shouldn't have worn this sweater, it was a mistake.

I get fooled by the sky sometimes, forgetting that an overcast day doesn't necessarily mean a cold day, and though it's cooler than it was yesterday, it ain't sweater weather.

The day before yesterday, I finally went outside and sunned myself--I've been here for a month and have yet to start this year's tan (brace yourself, I expect to be exactly as boring about my tan this year as I was last year--hell, I'd never tanned before in my life, I can't get blasé about it yet!), and started a nice bit of colour on my chest, but then I woke up yesterday to clouds and threatening rain.

Last night, Joan and I went to see Roy Zimmerman play at this restaurant in Culver City. I confused my Mom mightily by insisting that it was in Canoga Park, which is in the complete opposite direction from where I was going. Hey, two words, starts with a C, who wouldn't have made that mistake?

So we drove over and were rather startled by the restaurant, which was a little schmancier-seeming than I, for one, expected. The performance space in the back didn't seem as though it belonged. The food, though, was good and pretty cheap, especially for a place with frosted glass candle holders and black tablecloths.

It was $5 for a very nice burger and spectacular fries, which we had at the bar rather than having the dinner we had planned on, what with our getting to the place half an hour late because of all of that damn traffic. Yahoo Maps had said that it was a 45 minute drive, which we knew was to laugh, but honestly, it took 25 minutes to do the 3 minute drive from her house to mine. Who are all of these people and why are they on my boulevard in my way?

Anyway, we got there, wolfed down our very yummy food, chatted with Roy a bit before the show, then settled down to watch it. I didn't care for the room as much as I did McCabe's, as it seemed less of a theatre and more of, well, a room. The lights didn't go down on the audience, he was on a tiny platform just about an inch higher than the floor, like a pretend stage. It's a room much too small to use a microphone in, so he had to sing very quietly or pull his head back, especially since the audience were close enough to count his pores.

It was a great show, though, I just wasn't in love with the room. It was interesting observing the audience--since you can't laugh heartily at the same jokes that you have already heard, (though you certainly can enjoy them), it's great to watch an audience hear them for the first time and laugh until they cry. The woman next to me in particular was rocking back and forth with glee.

He did pretty much 100% political songs, which are great, but I think it's a mistake. I do understand why, since he's trying to build a show that is a show rather than a set, but I think that the show would be more rounded if he included both non-political songs and serious songs. He did do one new one, "America", that about blew the top of my head off. Brilliant.

I'm looking forward to watching this show take shape over the next six weeks.

Today's horoscope:
Don't try to overdo it. Your energy level won't be as high as usual -- unless you receive a call for help from someone you love. In that case, you'll be ready to jump to the defense, with energy to spare.

One year ago today:
Just to hint at it, we have decided that the show t-shirt should be "Follow Your Nose, Omar!"

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