..and I'm convinced that you're from Mars

Last week Stephanie, Clint and I went to a bar that does open-mic comedy every Tuesday night to see Clint’s friend, Bob Biggerstaff do some stand-up. He is absolutely hilarious. He opened up for Dave Attell on Friday at the Improv and hooked us up with 4 tickets. So Stephanie and I took our dates, Maverick and Goose. Maverick was my date, of course, because I like it when men smack their gum and make love to my silhouette. Plus, I have a rule: I never date men with poultry names. I did not go to sleep until 5am. That Mav really knows how to party.

So Stephanie showed up at 8am so we could go to the Autism walk. She brought some burritos from McDonald’s. I love that girl. Surprisingly, I was PUMPED. I was wide-awake. We went to Jamie’s and then met up with the rest of the team. The walk started at 10. From 8:01 to 9:59am, I was jumping around, laughing and chasing this cow and this rabbit around. At 10am, my body decided to have a meltdown and each one of my feet suddenly became 30 pound weights. We made it though and had lovely conversation the whole way. Beautiful day. Beautiful people. This particular walk raised over $200k for Autism. I’m glad we could all help out.