I’ve been dancing with the same girl at this club called Lipgloss for the last few Fridays. A very cute little indie rocker artist girl with a yellow t-shirt and a scarf. The kind of girl that you see at the little record store and you’re too intimidated by her too-cool-for-school-ness to talk to her. She must be dating the rhythm guitarist for “insert local noise rock band here”, right?
So last Monday I went on a date with a friend of a friend. We just kicked at her place, talked music and pirates and dogs and had a good time. Tuesday was Squire standup night; I had a great set (one of the few good ones of the night… I recaptured the attention of the uninterested crowd and got big laughs) and then a girl I’ve become friends with through other comics calls me at 2am to come over and sleep… on my couch. No problem. I’d rather have her sleeping in the other room than driving back home tipsy. Wednesday was Ben Kronberg’s (a very popular local comedian and now good friend of mine) birthday. We went to Casa Bonita (yes, the one you’ve heard about), had a great time, and then headed to a bar I’d never been to; Rockbar.
Sitting in a booth with my comic buddy Jim, who do I spot at the bar? The girl from my Monday night date! Weird! We chat a bit. She’s with a group of friends. Jim and I continue our talk about whatever, and who strolls in? Lipgloss indie girl! What? So Ben and I are having a silly dance-off, and Monday date girl’s cute friend comes up to me and we put on a dance show for everyone in the place the rest of the night.

You know the movies where the guy has 3 dates and they all show up to the same party and he has to manage everything? It felt like that. But everything went great. Dancer girl has a boyfriend, Monday date girl might be crazy, and indie girl and I have been talking a bit. One of the craziest nights I’ve ever had. I came home sweaty, exhausted, excited, and anxious.

Thursday, some of my comic buddies put on a great standup show called Los Comicos Super Hilariosos, which was of course great. I have been accepted into the inner circle of Denver’s best standups. You know, the comic’s comics. After the show, the 8 of us all hung out at the Meadowlark bar, then Jim and I talked comedy at the legendary Denver Diner until 4am. Friday, I had a great headlining standup set at Club 404, then danced with indie girl at Lipgloss. The weekend was equally crazy. I didn’t go to bed before 2:30am from Sunday night to the following week’s Monday.

And finally, a quick story of hilarity and faux-crime:

After talking audio drivers with the manager at Ultimate Electronics for a few minutes, I headed towards the door with my bag containing my receipt and my new Shure e2c earbuds. I got about 10 feet from the exit and the alarm went off, flashing lights and loud sirens, as though I was stealing whatever I had. I turned around to see the manager in the huge center platform containing all the cash registers and employees give me a “Whoops, silly alarm” look. I smiled and immediately BOLTED towards the door. I stopped halfway to the exit and turned around to one very angry security guard 10 employees, and 20 customers doubled over in laughter and applause. Fake theft is funny, kids!