her mother told her she should grow up to be either a teacher or a dentist

Someone needs to stage an intervention. I am blogging during a show. I just did my set at the Carnival Comedy Challenge (it went fine), and I was on second, so there is an abundance of time before the winners are announced.

I'm hungry and didn't want to eat a comedy club hot dog (no one should eat a comedy club hot dog under any circumstances, including internationally recognized famines), so I skipped out of the club and went next door to the beautiful, spacious, always empty Cafe del Teatro (where I once held a pre-party and gave away Peeps shirts before an Improv show). They're playing some Placido Domingo and I'm sitting at a lovely table right up front near the sidewalk, where the Cafe's big wooden doors fold open. I've ordered eggplant parmesan. The waitress's five-year-old daughter just brought me a glass of water and seemed adorably pleased when I thanked her. This is the best comedy show ever! Oh, the five-year-old just came back with a bread basket and suggested that I dip the bread in oil. I am adopting this girl.

Thanks to Brian and Syd for coming! And thanks to anyone else who's here and whom I didn't see!