Back in St. Louis
Alright this is going to be a long ass blog entry, and yes I used the phrase "long ass" because I'm a comedian and I can't think of anything original and witty to say. I'm a hack even when I blog.
About my trip to LA. Elsa and I were staying in downtown Hollywood. Let me preface what I'm about to write by saying this, I've never been to Hollywood before. The first time I ever had any idea what Hollywood was, I was 10 years old and I saw the movie "Vice Squad" on cable. Now for those who haven't seen this gem, the whole movie is about hookers, pimps and drug addicts. Throw in Wings Hauser as a hooker-killing psycho and a cameo by Fred "Rerun" Berry and goddamn if you don't have an all time classic. Still after seeing this when I was 10, I had reservations about going to Hollywood. I just imagined I'd wind up doing tricks on Hollywood Boulevard just to get directions to my hotel. Suffice to say I was pretty nervous.
Well Hollywood was great, atleast where Elsa and I were staying. We got in late Wed night. On Thursday I met with Barb North. She and her husband Steve run a management company called Brook Forest Entertainment. They represent several major comics such as James P.Connolly and Rob Little. Barb was very nice. She looked over my tape and portfolio and gave me some nice compliments and suggestions on how to become a better comic. She said that with my sensibility and jokes, I scream "writer", which I took as a very nice compliment because my major goal is to eventually write for a talk show or variety show. Before I left, she told me to stay in touch and let her know how my career is progressing. I defintely learned a lot from her and came out of our meeting a better comic.
After my meeting with Barb, Elsa and I went and did the dorky tourist thing. We went to the Hollywood Wax Museum, saw Mann's Chinese Theater and walked the Walk of Fame. For lunch we went to "In and Out Burger". If you're ever in LA, go there. Best burger experience I've had in a long time. Can't rave about it enough. Thursday night, we met up with some of Elsa's co-workers and drank at the Lucky Strike in Hollywood. We had a blast.
Friday wasn't so much fun. Elsa was sick all morning and finally we had to rush her to the hospital. She was getting numbness and tingliness all over and she couldn't feel most of her body. Very scary shit indeed. We ended up taking a cab to Kaiser Permanente hospital and they took very good care of her. She had food poisioning and was incredibly dehydrated. They ended up shooting her up with two big bags of IV and that did the trick. Everything worked out but I got to admit when she started getting numb and couldn't feel her arms and legs I freaked. I learned one thing that day, I cannot handle a crisis. If I'm going to stay married, I got to do a better job of staying calm in stressful situations. The funniest thing that happened that day was, here's Elsa lying on a hospital bed, a huge IV pumping into her and she's out of it. Out in the hallway we hear two nurses yelling at each other in Spanish. I mean they were going at it. Elsa turns to me and in complete seriousness says "We should learn Spanish". I almost lost it. Yeah lets' learn Spanish so we can hear what cuss words these two women are saying. That'll be fun.
After 5 hours in the hospital, Elsa was finally discharged. She took it easy the rest of the day and we ended up going to the xmas party that night. I didn't drink because she couldn't. It was alright but would've been better if we weren't sober. So we left early.
Saturday night on the flight back, we hit a bunch of turbelence. I'm not crazy about turbelence. The pilot called it "small turbelence", but my feeling is every major plane crash probably started with "small turbelence". So forgive me if I wasn't too crazy about the plane shaking. Once again it goes back to the whole handling a crisis thing. Luckily we survived and made it back to safe and f***ing freezing St. Louis. Atleast if the plane had crashed, I might have been able to warm up in the burning fire afterwards.
When I got home I checked my email and got a message regarding my two weeks at the Improv for winning the showcase. So in retrospect I'm glad I made it back from Hollywood in one piece.
Still it would've been nice to have gotten Wings Hauser's autograph. He was the shit back in 82.
About my trip to LA. Elsa and I were staying in downtown Hollywood. Let me preface what I'm about to write by saying this, I've never been to Hollywood before. The first time I ever had any idea what Hollywood was, I was 10 years old and I saw the movie "Vice Squad" on cable. Now for those who haven't seen this gem, the whole movie is about hookers, pimps and drug addicts. Throw in Wings Hauser as a hooker-killing psycho and a cameo by Fred "Rerun" Berry and goddamn if you don't have an all time classic. Still after seeing this when I was 10, I had reservations about going to Hollywood. I just imagined I'd wind up doing tricks on Hollywood Boulevard just to get directions to my hotel. Suffice to say I was pretty nervous.
Well Hollywood was great, atleast where Elsa and I were staying. We got in late Wed night. On Thursday I met with Barb North. She and her husband Steve run a management company called Brook Forest Entertainment. They represent several major comics such as James P.Connolly and Rob Little. Barb was very nice. She looked over my tape and portfolio and gave me some nice compliments and suggestions on how to become a better comic. She said that with my sensibility and jokes, I scream "writer", which I took as a very nice compliment because my major goal is to eventually write for a talk show or variety show. Before I left, she told me to stay in touch and let her know how my career is progressing. I defintely learned a lot from her and came out of our meeting a better comic.
After my meeting with Barb, Elsa and I went and did the dorky tourist thing. We went to the Hollywood Wax Museum, saw Mann's Chinese Theater and walked the Walk of Fame. For lunch we went to "In and Out Burger". If you're ever in LA, go there. Best burger experience I've had in a long time. Can't rave about it enough. Thursday night, we met up with some of Elsa's co-workers and drank at the Lucky Strike in Hollywood. We had a blast.
Friday wasn't so much fun. Elsa was sick all morning and finally we had to rush her to the hospital. She was getting numbness and tingliness all over and she couldn't feel most of her body. Very scary shit indeed. We ended up taking a cab to Kaiser Permanente hospital and they took very good care of her. She had food poisioning and was incredibly dehydrated. They ended up shooting her up with two big bags of IV and that did the trick. Everything worked out but I got to admit when she started getting numb and couldn't feel her arms and legs I freaked. I learned one thing that day, I cannot handle a crisis. If I'm going to stay married, I got to do a better job of staying calm in stressful situations. The funniest thing that happened that day was, here's Elsa lying on a hospital bed, a huge IV pumping into her and she's out of it. Out in the hallway we hear two nurses yelling at each other in Spanish. I mean they were going at it. Elsa turns to me and in complete seriousness says "We should learn Spanish". I almost lost it. Yeah lets' learn Spanish so we can hear what cuss words these two women are saying. That'll be fun.
After 5 hours in the hospital, Elsa was finally discharged. She took it easy the rest of the day and we ended up going to the xmas party that night. I didn't drink because she couldn't. It was alright but would've been better if we weren't sober. So we left early.
Saturday night on the flight back, we hit a bunch of turbelence. I'm not crazy about turbelence. The pilot called it "small turbelence", but my feeling is every major plane crash probably started with "small turbelence". So forgive me if I wasn't too crazy about the plane shaking. Once again it goes back to the whole handling a crisis thing. Luckily we survived and made it back to safe and f***ing freezing St. Louis. Atleast if the plane had crashed, I might have been able to warm up in the burning fire afterwards.
When I got home I checked my email and got a message regarding my two weeks at the Improv for winning the showcase. So in retrospect I'm glad I made it back from Hollywood in one piece.
Still it would've been nice to have gotten Wings Hauser's autograph. He was the shit back in 82.
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