some of you may not be aware of this but, my beloved show at Ripple bar has returned from a 7 month hiatus after a fire and well…us just not even attempting to do it anymore. But we returned on the 29th (If you were on myspace, trust me, you’d know that) and it was exactly what I remember.

If you want my take on Thursday night, here, take this blog entry from
late 2004 and just kinda imagine that happened on
the 29th.

“Elon, you’re telling me that a blog entry from over a year and a half ago is valid on your feelings about a set you just had?”

Yes.

“But haven’t you grown as a comic?”

Yes. Just not at Ripple. Ripple is like a black of hole comedy. Time stands
forever still.

“What?”

Just trust me on this.

In other news. I received the first ever “Sweet Paprika Affirmative Action” comedy spot Last night. In the midst of hanging out at Paprika, I was thrown into the mix because of 1 comic being absent and…well…an overwhelming amount of black people in the audience. From Atlanta no less.

That’s like super black.

I don’t know WHY that makes them super black. But take it from me. It’s the way it works.

I was happy for the spot. After Ripple I needed a self esteem booster. They laughed and I was like ‘Ah yes, I have some sort of comedic ability. Almost forgot about that.‘ Then immediately after Fahnon, Nathan, Zenya and myself headed over to where ‘The Girl’’s brother works because she was there and we were going to hang out a bit.

‘The Girl’ was a tad bit toasted.

I can tell when she’s toasted because she has a certain glazed look in her
eyes. It’s half ‘Wooo the room is spinning‘ and half ‘Ooooo the
room is flipping’.

I see her and she hugs me. And when I say hug, I mean she’s trying to crack a
rib. Like she’s been doing push ups and lifting weights and now wants to flex
her new found muscles. She greets me and Fahnon this way and his only reaction
was ‘Owwww.’

‘The Girl’ in her inebriated state has decided that she wants
to dance.

She figures me the best candidate for this endeavor of hers because I’m known
to have skills( Stories of me dancing are located here, here, and I’m sure somewhere else but I’m too lazy to find it.) But the one thing I believe she’s not understanding is that Dancing Elon comes out when he’s intoxicated. Normal Sober Elon is more likely to sit against the wall and relax. Chill. Make fun of people. But dancing isn’t Sober Elon’s forte.

So she decides I need to drink.

Fahnon gets me a drink. She gets me a drink. Her brother gets me a drink. But
I’m not really getting buzzed.

Possibly due to the fact that my girlfriend was using me as a human
punching bag.

Every time she wanted something from me she would hit me.

Hey lets dance: Smack to the head.

Hey lets walk over here: Crack to the neck.

There was one point were she hit me 24 consecutive times.

“Well Elon, if you let her hit you 24 consecutive times, you’re the
stupid one. Why would you go along with that?”

Because I figured that she would stop. I kept saying ‘Sweetheart, please
stop’ thinking that my sweet disposition would calm her but all it did was
rile her up. Then she used my leg as a bronco bull and tried to ride it. I said
‘My leg hurts sweetheart, sit over here.’ and she said ‘Check on me tonight, if
you got it flaunt it, i know that you want it.’ I don’t know why she thought
that the proper response to me requesting her not to jump up and down on my
left was to sing beyonce but whatever. To each her own.

But overall everything was cool. ‘The Girl’’s brother is always nice to me and
got me and el crew into the club. It’s kinda snobby in its admittance. And oh,
comic sighting. Dan Adhoot was partying hard in the midst of it all.

I should sleep.

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