Comedy Clubs

My boo and I have a date tonight.  He told me to plan it.  He probably told me to plan it because I hate making decisions.  My little brother told him to start making me make decisions so I could get better at it.  I don't like this whole collusion thing they have going on...

So, this is what he gets - a date at open mic night.  I've never been before and it is something new.  And they have a hummus platter and guacamole, so there's my dinner.  Couldn't be more excited about that.

Now, I'm a little nervous.  Comedians can be mean sometimes, and I've seen on TV, they pick someone out of the crowd to poke fun at.  So help me God, if I start getting picked on while shoveling guacamole in my mouth and I drop some on my shirt, tomatoes flying will be the least of that comedian's problem.

However, I did think of a great comeback if the comedian says something like "Oh hey, look at those two on a date.  On a date where they don't have to talk to each other.  What a great relationship."

I'm going to respond in kind "yea, so what if we don't like talking.  And I beat him in public and he beats me in private.  That way it's socially acceptable, I mean, we must have a pretty good thing going on since so far we haven't gotten arrested.  Overall, we're pretty happy."  Deadpan and straight face.

The only person who will probably be laughing is my boo, who knows that quite often we illicit strange looks from people walking down the street because I'm deadpanning some joke while he "seriously" threatens me bodily harm. 

Yea, someone call 9-1-1.  Shawty fire burning on the dance floor.  Oh, and these people are about to beat each other up.



(Chalk this one up to a badly told story.  My  next post will be about how I'm listening to podcasts of storytelling in order to get better at it.........)

The Art of Letterwriting

I've always been a fan of handwriting, fonts, and word design.  I love books and prints and artistically displayed quotes.  Since elementary school, most of my doodles were letters shaped in different ways, copying other people's handwriting and forming new ways to display my print or cursive. 

I've also always been a fan of card making and writing.  How exciting is it to get a piece of mail that isn't a bill or advertisement?! I love connecting with people through the mail and knowing they smiled a little bit when they opened a handmade card.  Sometimes, it can mean the difference between a horrible and awesome day.

Recently, I opened an Etsy shop!  I make cards for fun and figured, why not sell them?  While I have yet to make a sale, I did get a chance to send out one of the cards to an old friend from college who I haven't seen in ages.  The correspondence we had was brilliant and when I got a card back from her, I was so excited.  It made me happy to know she was just as excited to get something from me.  I can't wait to send her another one.

So, here's to the art of letterwriting, to the look of pen on paper, not of Helvetica or Calibri or Times New Roman on a screen.  Here's to making random new friends who won't take your address and try to come murder you (let's face it, if they wanted to do that, they'd just Google you).  Here's to making someone smile, and getting a smile back yourself.

Email me at andi.looney@gmail.com and I'll send you a special card, just for you.  Let's revive an almost lost art, and help the post office make a few cents at the same time.

"You are a strange bird"

If I had a nickel...

Do you ever put a really funny status in gchat, like "Maybe boys would like me if I was as pretty as my cat" and then wonder if the people who are in your list because you worked with them on a group project in college like, four years ago, think your status is real and not a joke?


And then...
Sim: I always enjoy your gchat statuses

me: haha good!

  i was like "hmm, i have a lot of ppl on here i don't talk to very often, i wonder if they can see me. ohhhh i wonder if they think my statuses are serious?"

 Sim: hahaha thatd be funny if they chatted u and were like "omg dont say that!"

 
YES.  Success.

See today, I read Ashley's blog.  She won my heart with this sentence: "And it’s something of a shock to find people I can spend endless hours with and not think, “Well, this is fun, but I would like to be alone now.”  Because her paragraph about herself being weird totally resonated my feelings about myself.

Then, I read Caragh's blog and saw a link to ErinGrace's blog.  And I just want to get all of these people (plus Liz) in the same room so we can play with my cat.  And then I can tell them all about how I was walking to Wawa while talking to my Dad on the phone and when I got there I saw my bf's roommate, Dave.  And I said hi but I was still on the phone.  And then I started ordering my sandwich, but this asshat got all up in my personal space trying to talk to the Wawa sandwich maker people, and then as soon as I hung up Dave came up to talk to me and I was still ordering my sandwich but was confused when it said I was done so I ended up really awkwardly ending the conversation with Dave by taking my receipt and running to the other side of the store.  And that's how I ended up with a plain cheese hoagie.  Which is not at all what I wanted.  But it had cheese and bread on it.  So I was still pretty happy.

And everyone would just nod and none of them would call me weird.  We'd order a pizza and wine and keep playing with the cat.  Possibly showing her bird videos on YouTube so she kept hanging around us.

Because, come on, she's really freaking cute.