| Like I was saying, my aunt told me a funny story. She had seen an ad about some couch in the Penny Savers newspaper. Wanting to see how the couch opndition was, she and my uncle went to look for the house. As they were driving, my aunt noticed the scenery change. (I guess they were headed towards Chino, home of the cows; farm-like town). She then noticed a man driving in front of them. That man happened to be wearing overalls and some sort of hat someone who lives in a ranch/farm would wear. She comments to my uncle, sarcastically: "Talk about the Beverly Hillbillies." (note this: my uncle has NO idea what the Beverly Hillbillies" is) Well, it just so happened that when they found the house they were looking for, was also the "Hillbillie's" house. So they get off to greet the man and the first thing that comes out of my uncle's mouth is: "Hello, Mr. Hillbilly." JESUS CHRIST! My aunt was SO embarrassed. She pinches him and says, "what they hell is your problem?!" He says, "I thought you told me that he was called Hillbilly?" "Not him, the show!!" she responds. I laughed SOO fuckin' hard. I thought my bladder was sure to explode. I couldn't believe my uncle had said that, but the good thing was that the man didn't hear him. This story reminds me of that one time with my grandma, me buying apple soda pop and the bathroom, but I will leave that off for another day. I don't know maybe tomorrow. |
| 9/27/01 Just came from The Improv. Best three hours I've had in a long time. Before that I called to ask about the dress code and age limit. On the age expectations I was right on target, but when it came to the dress code, I was a little worried. So, just to see Carlos Mencia, I had to wear some of the most painfull shit I haven't worn since graduation. I wore these heels (in fact, who the FUCK invented this bullshit!!!) that I could bearly walk in and fucked up my toes. It made me ask "HOW DO THESE WOMEN DO IT!?" The panty-hose were the worst, but I didn't mind the fact that I was wearing this long black velvet-like skirt with this burgundy top (thanx tia). The rest was a smack in the face, but what REALLY pissed me off was that when I got there I saw some dude dressed up the same as I would have if it wasn't for the damn code. WHAT THE FUCK! It was my first time at the Improv, but next time, I am going to dress how I usually do, but with out the spikes. I don't think they will like that. About the acts, first it was this guy named Ted (I think). He was good. I wanted to save my voice for Carlos, but I couldn't resist. Ted was too much. He talked about Taco Bell. Mexican food made by white people for stoners. Saying that it always seemed like stoners were naming the food. He talked about the Chalupa and asked the audience what "chalupa" meant and my aunt responded: "It's a lady in a boat." Well, it's not a lady in a boat, but it is a boat (sorry tia, had to correct you). "Dude, this reminds me of a lady in a boat," Ted said in his best surfer/keanu accent, "I know, let's call it the Chalupa!" Ok, I'll stop. I am going no where with this. I know it doesn't sound funny. I suck at repeating anything. Anyway Kid from the House Party and Class Act movies was there too. Didn't expect him to show, but otherwise, he was funny. I've always wondered what happened to him. At last, it was Carlos' turn. He started with a flash cartoon. The same one I have seen a million times, but still enjoy. He talked and talked for two hours. As we left, I got this little free cartoon Carlos poster (only thing that was free). My aunt and I waited for my uncle to come and pick us up. Kid came out, looking around. I guess he was waiting for someone. My aunt wanted me to go up to him and start talking to him, but why? I had nothing to say. To me he is just a person who is funny. I rather treat him that way and not like some famous prick. A woman came up to him and went "oh my god, it's you!" He hopped right over to her and her group of women in their 30s and 40s. Making them laugh. Carlos came out after that, but I had to get going. Anyway, they are all people that I admire from far away. I am shy (very), but that is not the reason why I choose not to talk to people. NOW, if it was Brian Regan...(haha, sorry tia). By the end, my throat was very...um...it hurt a lot, I guess. Ladies and gentelmen, My mind has left my head once again. Be back in five to seven days. My aunt, uncle and I are planning to go and see Pablo Fransisco. I'll see how that goes. BUT this time NO MORE HEELS AND HOSE!!! No fuckin way. |