A stupid ice storm hit the Tri-state on Friday. It sucked. My parents made the late show, so afterwards I was selling shirts when my Mom asked if I wanted to stay at their hotel. I’m a man, damnit. I will stay at the comedy condo. Then, the doorman said it was rough outside. My Mom was stressing. Well, I guess I’m staying w/ Mommy! So much for the cocaine afterparty…(unless my parents get crazy! Just kidding – say no to drugs.)
I got to the room the next day, but the internet and cable were down and I can’t go three minutes without either. I went hunting for wi-fi and found a lovely Middle Eastern cafe. They had some shitty Dubai MTV on. Some guy with his eyebrows so close together, you needed a magnifying glass to see the skin between them, was singing while his band backed him up. One had a keytar (keyboard that looks like a guitar), so you know the song was kick ass. I had a nice gyro and coffee, though. I’m so cultured. I did notice, strangely, that women in Arabian music videos wear a lot more clothes than American videos…hmmm, that’s strange. Oh, right, they get rocks thrown at them if their shoulders are exposed.