Wassup to all you readers. I have a few shows lined up in the next few weeks and would love to see your faces the shows.
Show #1 (Slanted Comedy at the Irvine Improv) 1/16th @11pm.
If you want to get on the guestlist email me at dannychocomedy@gmail.com. Getting on the guestlist means you aint paying for cover. Free!!!!
Show# 2 (Dehydrated Comedy) 1/21 @8pm
Line up includes:
Before I get to my usual rant about something crazy I just wanted to invite everyone to a show I will be at. It will be at the Irvine Improv.
When:
June 20th (11pm)
Where:
Irvine Improv
71 Fortune Drive.
Irvine, CA
Why:
Because the show is gonna be awesome.
And for all you cheap asses:
Get on the guest list by hitting up Black Mike at slantedcomedy@yahoo.com Be sure to leave your first and last name plus number of guests. First 50 to respond will get FREE admission so act now!!!
This past Friday (5/29/2009) I had my show at in Burbank. I was pretty stressed out about the turn out because online ticket sales weren’t so hot and I realized that the Lakers were playing the same time! Damn you Lakers for KILLING the Thuggettes on the same day.
So this meant, alot of people were gonna sit at a bar or at home to watch the game. It showed in the turnout. The show was at half capacity…=( But nevertheless, I knew I had to give the people in the audience a good show. They came all the way to Burbank to see me.
So the day of the show, I wake up coughing and feverish… What a great time to be sick?! Last year, my phone decided to stop working during the day of my DVD taping. This time, my voice and nose decided to stop working. So I get up, and go to the trusty Theraflu.
Doesn’t Fix Shit!
So I gulped down pretty much the shitty Theraflu concoction. It just made me feel sicker. I went to the bathroom to get the phlem out of my throat. I tried everything. I tried spitting it out. I even stuck my finger down my throat channeling my days as a bulimic. However, I couldnt get any of it out.
Then I took a trip to the nearby Ktown landmark called Saan. They are known for their abalone porridge. I bundled up and decided I was gonna sweat this badboy out. I dusted the porridge and I was sweating like hooker in church. The waitress in the restaurant looked at me like I was a freak. But the food did make me feel a lil better.
