This week included going to see friends in a comedy show, another concert, a significant death, and general awesomeness on my part.

The comedy show was on Monday with three very funny ladies that work at the same establishment as me and one even funnier lady who used to work there.  It was going just swell till a little over half way through.  One of the performances of the evening was a dynamic duo.  This is where things went…heckley.  They were funny.  But then they made a grammar joke, but it wasn’t correct.  I must have frowned or something because they made a comment about the look on my face.  I couldn’t let that go.  No, I had to have a come back.  And believe me I did.  And another and another and another and another.  The rest of their set I was all over whatever they made comments about.  Good times.

Tuesday I had rocked a ticket to the Mika show thanks to Twitter.  People started lining up around 10am for entrance.  Obviously I didn’t do that; one) I have a job, two) I have some pride, three) I line up for roller coasters and bathrooms only.  I walked by the venue at 9pm and the line snaked around the block.  I went for some chicken and came back at 10pm.  I still had to queue up for about 3 minutes.  Clipboard guy asked if I had a stamp; no.  He asked if I had a ticket; will call.  He asked my name; not on the list he was holding.  Clipboard guy let me in anyway.  Thanks Clipboard guy-you’re kinda cute too.

The show was great. It was the first time I had been to Le Poisson Rouge and that place is pretty fucking cool.  It’s small enough that unless you are short or stuck behind a column there’s no such thing as a bad spot and it’s decked out with art, vinyl, and rubber.  It’s a sexy music venue.

I got home covered in glitter like material and singing–just like a crazy person.  It was a good night.

Two days later the King of Pop dies and just like the rest of the world I download the Thriller album from iTunes cause quite frankly I have no idea where my tape is and certainly don’t have a tape player anymore.  Seriously I know exactly where my family’s record album of it is, nicely tucked away in a box in Kansas.  I even know where we have his autograph.  Yes, my family has Michael Jackson’s autograph.  That doesn’t mean that I have access to these things right now.  It means that off to iTunes I headed with everyone else.  So many people freaked out that MJ almost took the internet with him.

Next week is vacation for me, so no concerts planned, but I will be picking up a bottle of Bakon.