Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Winter Shows

It's getting darker and colder and more bitter. I'm of course talking about my heart. But it's also wintertime.

Here are some places I'll be over the next couple months.

December 9, 8:30 pm: Comedy at The Green Room, Cambridge
December 15, 7:30 pm: Comedy in Bubby's Basement*, Mamaleh's, Cambridge
December 21, 9:30pm: ImprovBoston Holiday Stand-Up Showcase
January 4, 8 pm: Limelight Comedy Club
January 21, 8 pm: Mendoza Line

Check back for updates.

*Most Jewish I've ever felt and a stranger once yelled at me for eating a hotdog. 

Monday, October 10, 2016

Fall Shows (Updated)

I don't trust anyone who doesn't like candy corn. It's sugar and honey, you fucks. What's not to like?  Anyway, happy fall, guys. It's time to watch things DIE.

Here are some places I'll be over the next couple months:

October 5th, 8 pm: Limelight Comedy, Boston
October 11th, 8 pm: Unscene Comedy, Iron Furnace, Quincy
October 23rd, 8 pm: The Comedy Studio, Cambridge
November 5th, 8 pm: Sweet Caroline's, Fenway
November 15th, 8 pm: McGreevy's, Boston
November 20th, 9 pm: People's Show, ImprovBoston, Cambridge
November 26th, 7 pm: Boston Comedy Project, ImprovBoston, Cambridge

Check back for updates.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

September Shows

Remember when I blogged? I was all like, "You guys, I boiled down my weekend into 10 bullet points just like Buzzfeed would want! I'm a writer! I swear! I can prove it. I spent $60,000 on an English degree and everything. What is Wordpress?"

Something like that.

Once a week, I look at myself in the mirror and think, "Maybe I should start blogging again." Then, I squeeze all of my blackheads until my face looks rug-burned and I forget why I went into the bathroom in the first place.

Instead of blogging, I've devoted all my ~free~ time to writing down joke ideas in my Notes app. Well thought out premises, like this one:

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People* have asked, so here are some places you can find me in September:

Wednesday, September ​7th: 8 pm, Boston Comedy Arts Festival, ImprovBoston, Cambridge.

Saturday, September 10th: 8 pm, Boston Comedy Chicks, Doyle's Cafe, Jamaica Plain.

​Thursday, September ​15th: 9 pm, Stand Up Break In,​ The​ Riot Theater, Jamaica Plain.

​Saturday, September ​24th: 9 pm, Battle Royale, ImprovBoston, Cambridge.

Check back for updates.

*My mom and dad.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Drunk GOT

If Drunk History ever decides to do a Game of Thrones spinoff, I hope they'll call me.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Albums of 2015

It's that time of year when I tell you about music I like as if you care. I become more and more noncommittal as I get older, so I'm not going to say these are the best albums of 2015, or the only ones I thought were good, but they are the ones that, for better or worse, I listened to the most.

Drake: If You're Reading This It's Too Late

Sufjan Stevens: Carrie & Lowell

The Weeknd: Beauty Behind The Madness

Laura Stevenson: Cocksure

 The Internet: Ego Death

All Dogs: Kicking Every Day

Joey Bada$$: B$.DA.$$

 Marian Hill: Sway

 Kendrick Lamar: To Pimp A Butterfly

Okay, I lied a little bit. I am VERY committed to Lady Lamb. My favorite album of the year is, without a doubt, After:

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Things I learned this weekend: Chicago Edition

I had to get up real early for my flight on Saturday, which was especially difficult since I had slept for roughly 14 minutes the night before. I woke up at 2 in the morning to Boo attempting to break down our front door, and didn't fall back to sleep for hours. I don't know what he was trying to achieve, but he was definitely successful at annoying the shit out of me.

So cute though.

Needless to say, I was up in time for my flight. Good thing, too, since Google calendar was of no help to me this weekend. My flights had been automatically added to my calendar, but of course, they were in Eastern Standard Time. So, since booking my flight, I thought that I would be arriving in Chicago at 10 am (I arrived at 9), and that I would leave at 7 pm (I left at 6). This is because there are these things called time zones, and apparently Chicago is far enough away to be in a different one. Who knew? Luckily, I made it there and back without a problem.

Shortly after I arrived, I went out to brunch with my friends/hosts where I ordered breakfast nachos. Technically, they were called chilaquiles, but I'm white, so I'm appropriating them for you. Did you know that there is a bounty of delicious Mexican food in Chicago? That's the second thing I learned this weekend. The first being time zones.  Surprisingly, I did not any eat any deep dish pizza nor hot dogs while I was there. But I did drink a ton of delicious beer, and that's what's important.

On Saturday night, my friend and I went to see a show at Second City. It was hilarious and edgy, but it wasn't actually improv, as I had hoped.  Now that I'm, like, a professional improviser (read: I pay hundreds of dollars to take classes on how to LARP in front of an audience), I want to see improv everywhere.  Regardless, the show was very well done and actually professional.

On Sunday night, I went to WGCI's Big Jam, which featured a number of artists including Meek Mill, Kendrick Lamar, and Monica - as in, The Boy is Mine, Monica. Truthfully, I didn't know she still existed, but she put on a great performance. I was going to riot if she didn't sing "Angel of Mine", so thankfully she did.

Speaking of almost rioting, WGCI DJs kept telling the crowd to tweet at them for a chance to see their tweets on the jumbo-tron. It is an absolute travesty that this was one was not chosen:

For those of you who don't know, Yazz is a rapper (and also a type of birth control).  And that tweet is a lie. I was just being modest.

Anyway, I was pretty surprised that so many people cared about Meek Mill and more surprised that so few people stayed to see Kendrick Lamar. Then again, I was also no less than a decade older than everyone around me, so maybe I don't know what's cool anymore. Related: I sat down for most of the show.

After such a big night out, I took it easy the next day, exploring Chicago on my own. I spent most of the day at the Art Institute of Chicago, which is impressive since I don't really care about art. Here's a selection of my favorite pieces:

I call this one "Playa, please."

I call this one, "Beetlejuice".

I call this one "One Night Stand" because it looks like the guy has quietly gathered up his clothing and is surreptitiously trying to ghost before she wakes up.

I call this one, "Stephen Hawking".  

This one is legitimately called "Woman", which gives me the sense that Miro was probably not a feminist. 

This one would make a perfect welcome mat.

I spent the rest of my time eating donuts and wandering around different parts of the city. I guess I looked pretty comfortable because three people came up to me on the street to ask me for directions. It made me realize that, next time someone does that to me in Boston, I can just lie and say, "I'm not from around here," and they'll leave me alone. #NewEnglandHospitality

Til next time, Chicago!

Sunday, October 18, 2015

A picture is worth 140 characters.

Yesterday, I went for a 9 mile walk because fall. Look at this motherfucking foliage!

While I was walking for literal hours, I thought about all the things I could write about when I finally resurrected my blog. Less than 24 hours later, I have forgotten every one of those things. Maybe because at the end of those 9 miles there was this (x3):

Anyway, how the fuck have you guys been? I'm asking as if you have all been waiting with bated breath for me to show back up on here. I kind of feel like blogs are a dying medium, but that's just because I'm self-centered, and since I barely write or read them anymore, I assume no one else does either. Everyone's like, just show me a picture, I have no time for words!!!!!!!

On that note,  I went to Mindy Kaling's book signing at the Brookline Booksmith a few weeks ago. It was a very rushed, impersonal experience. I was really disappointed, and I blame the instagram generation for that. I basically had 30 seconds to squat and pose for a picture while she scribbled her signature in my copy of Why Not Me? (which is great, and you should read it). I felt like I just had waited in line at Disney World to get Mickey Mouse's autograph. No disrespect to Mindy. I'm not criticizing her. I can't imagine being famous and having to meet hundreds of strangers in less than 2 hours (except that I'd love that. Come on guys, line up to tell me you love me!). I am sure she was just doing exactly what she was expected to do. She and the bookstore were giving people what they wanted: these days, people care more about getting a picture taken than having an experience. But I would have rather had a 30 second conversation with Mindy than a photo and generically signed book.

We do look great together, though.

Last weekend, I went to a CLUB and wore heels and drank vodka and grinded with strangers to some dope ass beats, and I had the most fun I've had in probably years. And you know what? I have not one picture to show for it. That's because I was having too good of a time to stop and take out my phone.

Of course, I was also having a great time the next morning while eating this McDonald's breakfast sandwich and I definitely made sure to take a picture of it:

MCDONALD'S BREAKFAST ALL DAY. I've waited my whole life for this.

Monday, August 3, 2015

People I think deserve to go to hell.

  • People who feed birds.
  • People who play games on their phone with the sound on.
  • People who leave their hair on the shower wall in the locker room.
  • People who get onto the subway before anyone has gotten off.
  • People who think their bag is more worthy of a bus seat than another human being.
  • Men who stretch their fucking legs out while sitting on the train like they're at the gynecologist.
  • Most people on public transportation.
  • People who put the toilet paper roll on top of the holder instead of inside it.
  • People who stand close enough behind you in line that you can feel them breathing on you.
  • Women who ask you how many calories are in the cookie you're eating.
  • People who listen to Pitbull.
  • Most of the members of the Night's Watch.

Friday, July 10, 2015

State of the Uterus

After some number of years on the Nuvaring, I decided to change my birth control. This will disappoint many as the Nuvaring has been a critical part of my stand up act. People love hearing about my Nuvaring, you guys. One comic even said he'd like to chew on it. Please note: Nuvarings are NOT CHEWABLE. That is very important.

It's not that I didn't like the Nuvaring; it's just that having to think about birth control even only once a month is very difficult for a disorganized mess like me. So, I decided to get an IUD.

Maybe you're thinking, Why is she talking about her birth control on the internet ? Or, more likely, Why does she even need to be on birth control - doesn't she have a cat? 

These are reasonable questions. I only have an answer to the first.

Before getting my IUD, I stupidly decided to do some "research" on the internet, which sent me on a downward emotional spiral. I literally cried in the shower before my appointment, terrified that I was going to die that day, spread-eagle in the stirrups at my gynecologist.

Spoiler alert: I did not die. But what a way to go, right?!

Anyway, the reason I'm talking about my birth control on the internet is because I hope that some anxiety-ridden girl, scouring the web at 1:30 am, will find this post and know that at least one person had a positive experience.

The worst part about getting an IUD was the panic I felt while reading about it on the internet.

I'm not going to tell you it was painless. But I am going to tell you that the procedure lasts approximately 35 seconds. Just breathe and say to yourself, "I HAVE A UTERUS OF STEEL," and you'll be fine.

Then, go out and get yourself some ibuprofen and a sleeve of Reese's peanut butter cups. Eat the whole sleeve. Take a nap. Enjoy your 5 years of sterilization*.


*Disclaimer: IUDs do not actually cause sterilization. For more information about IUDs, please consult the internet...

Monday, June 15, 2015

Things I learned this weekend

  • I finally saw Jurassic Park, the original, 20 years later.
  • It was great, not considering the fact that the audio was so bad I had to put on closed captioning.
  • Also, my apartment smelled weird that night so I spent most of the movie telling my friend, Kyle, that I was going to die in my sleep from chemical poisoning.
  • He loves watching movies with me. In high school, we saw LOTR together, during which I asked him what the difference between Sauron and Saruman was and then he didn't talk to me for 7 years. 
  • If Mad Max is the baseline for feminist entertainment, then I would say Jurassic Park is pretty feminist -- that one woman makes some remark about sexism in survival situations and then that girl saves the day using her computer-hacking skillz.  Plus, all the dinosaurs were bad-ass bitches.

  • I'm not good at paying attention so I actually don't know anyone's name in that movie and called every character "John".
  • You're never too old to hit a pinata in a park, with your adult friends, while an actual little girl jealously watches in the distance.

  • My 29th birthday party was the best party ever (not including that time I had actual ponies and not just a My Little Pony pinata).
  • My weekend was awesome until George RR Martin showed up and ruined everything.
  • I cried harder for Jon Snow than any guy I've ever actually dated in real life.
  • Because I'm a firm believer in magic, I do think he'll come back to life in some form, but I just hope that everyone else dies. Except for the dragons. And the wolves. I hope they both rule the throne. I hope everyone else dies and it's just a magical animal kingdom. BYE, GEORGE.
  • Since my "friends" let me watch Game of Thrones ALONE last night, I had to tell the computer my feelings: