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I left my office the other night at around 5:45 or so- not too late, not too early.  I got to my car to find that I had been blocked in- common in our garage, but usually the attendants manage to unblock all the cars by that time of day. Mine was way back in a rear corner and had apparently been missed.

So I head up to the attendants’ booth to ask for the errant Camry to be moved.  I found the door closed, with no attendants immediately visible.  Perhaps they are attending to another garage user, I thought, and looked around a bit to see where they might be- it’s not a very big garage. 

I quickly found one of the attendants… he was sitting in his own car, asleep in the front seat, the door open.

I couldn’t decide whether to wake him up to come get my car out, and even while I stood there wondering, I knew it was ridiculous to even have to question.  I debated whether or not to wake up a sleeping person so he could, you know, DO HIS JOB. 

But then I looked closer at the window in the booth.  The other attendant WAS in there, but he had closed the door and dozed off himself.

W.T.F?!

So I woke his ass up and asked him to unblock my car.  He seemed confused- apparently they hadn’t thought they needed to unblock my car since I had parked it in the same spot where it was when I left it there over the weekend- they were the second shift guys and it didn’t look like I had left and come back.  Which is stupid- it takes 3 minutes to unblock it anyway- were they in THAT much of a hurry for nappytime?

Now, don’t misunderstand.  I’m a firm believer in the power-nap.  Many is the time when I have taken 15 minutes to close my eyes and relax my mind, because it really does make me much more alert for the rest of the day, and I consider those 15 minutes to be an investment in increased productivity.  I don’t mind that they were napping.  I mind that they were both napping AT THE SAME TIME.  Right at the time when people who park in that garage want to go home.

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An important comedy milestone has been reached.  I have my first “professional” gig, where “professional” is defined as, “they asked me to come, and they’re going to pay me.”

And it’s open to the public!  I’ll be at the Laugh Riot at the Hyatt in Bethesda on July 14th at 8 PM.  It’s a block from the Bethesda metro.  The cover is $10, and I’ll be doing a “guest” slot at the show.

V. exciting!

The open mic went really well, by the way.  I have no particular recollection of the audience (which was huge!) laughing at anything specific, however, I know they must have- the night before, I did my whole set in 9:30.  Last night, I had to cut off the Mel Gibson bit from the end and I STILL went probably 11-12 minutes.

It helped that I had a cheering section- despite having done little to publicize the event, Mike and Jessi, Robert and Julianna, Dawn, Erin, and Holly all came out for the funny.  Yay!

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Steph and I embraced our inner gay men last night (they hugged back!) and went to see Mika at the 9:30 Club.

I’ve Posted my review at Metroblogging DC.

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Even better than throwing a kickass par-tay for all your peeps is waking up the next morning, realizing that you finished the dishes the night before, and that your place could be clean enough to host another shindig with about 15 minutes of putting-away-and-straightening.

I’m going to put those 15 minutes into it, but there won’t be any more shindigs for a couple of weeks.  We’re tired!

(But seriously, a great thing about throwing parties is that you HAVE to clean the house.  The den is now fit for company.  Yay!)