Tonight and tomorrow night at 8pm and 10pm I’ll be at the brand new comedy club in Crestwood, IL called SHOWTIME. It’s a really nice place and hopefully it’ll be packed. We’ve gotta compete with the Crestwood Fest where a few members of the band ASIA are playing this weekend, but besides that, we’re golden.

I’m also at Ashbary’s Coffee House tonight AFTER Showtime at around midnight with the Hot Cup of Comedy gang, as well as tomorrow BEFORE Showtime at around 7pm. 6 shows, 2 days, lots of drinks.

Sunday night Last Loco Standing 2009 starts and I’m hosting this thing with 11 other hilarious Chicago comics competing for the title and some money. It’s every Sunday night in August at 8pm at Joe’s on Weed St. downtown.

Last night I had a show in Spring Lake Michigan at a Holiday Inn. It was a blast. Some people got some shirts which is always nice, and there were lots of drunken Michigannies slurring their speech to me before, during, and after the show.

Last thing, there’s a great show going on in Frankfort, IL on Wednesdays in August, ticket sales go to charity and they’ve got good comics up every week. I’m on there August 19th, so stop by and say hello.

Busy busy busy.

I had a fun start of the week in Cadillac, MI with some friends where we found joy in collecting firewood, starting fires, and reciting this 1991 commercial for the Chicagoland favorite Mr. Sub.

A dog at one point joined us, who was incredibly mangy and old, and who I think was really just a homeless-hippie-werewolf that was waiting to turn back into a homeless-hippie. I think at one point he may have asked us for spare change with his barks, which was very impressive.

I ate at Culver’s on the way home from the trip. I got this Moutain Dew Chill thing that was pretty great looking, but upon taste was deathly sour. It had to be like fourteen cans of M.D. condensed into one slurpee texture. It ended up melting in the car on the way home while I watched season two of Arrested Development.

Culver’s should really think about just throwing cocaine on their menus. Have a line with every bite of butterburger. Those two vices service each other very well. And cocaine doesn’t melt unless you burn it. Right?

Ending, in the words of Scottie Pippen about his lacking skill of sub eating, “ThisisonesixfooterIcan’thandleladieslet’shaveaparty.”