LA IN THREE WEEKS

Well, the train is moving. I cannot stop it, no matter how UN-READY I am!

I have bought the ratchett straps, the tarps, the mattress bags...

I have sufficient blankets and uniform-sized boxes.

The "relo-cube" rent-a-shed thing is coming Thursday to take my stuff to LA. It will contain:

-my bed

-2 dressers, (one of which I was told to call a "chest of drawers" as a child, but now people make fun of me for calling it that. Thanks mom)

-my tv

-a lot of boxes of costumes, wigs, junk and clothes

-a midget

After next weekend, I will be a nomadic Denverite- surfing upon couches of friends, family, and lovers for a couple weeks until:

-I complete my week-long run in the Second City show, "How I lost my Denverginity" August 2-6 (www.denvercenter.org)

-I can tie up loose ends like getting a job, finding a place to live when I get to LA, and possibly a divorce?? hmmmm.

-I can have a party at which I can gather everyone I have been wanting to see over the past month (or year), so I can say THANK YOU for supporting me, and also get drunk. (Sunday August 13 at the Bovine Metropolis Theater, 7pm).

In the mean time, I'm having fun giving stuff away via raffles and contests at my shows. Combining performance with unloading crap I don't need- it is silly and strangely liberating. Plus, my stuff is now in the hands of people who support local comedy, rather than in the dumpster next to my apartment.

Look for blogs from the road. If I don't have at least one "Some guy was peeing off the side of the road and he winked at me" story, I'll give each of you ten bucks.