Blog of Billy

Yes, Mitch Hedberg is hi-larious. He did his stand-up show at UCO last night, and I was lucky enough to attend. Comedy Central says that he is "likened to a younger, hipper Steven Wright" and that is high praise well deserved. I know what someone's getting for Christmas.

I've been spending quite a bit more time out with friends lately, and it's fantabulous. People who actually appear to be interested in what I have to say, and I don't even have to pet them, or deal with hind claws.

Quick disclaimer to what follows (ala Courtney): I've been experimenting with arrogance these last few weeks, and while it has been fun, I don't really think it's a very tenable thing for me to do.

I hate unprotected left hand turns with a violent passion, so when some yak-off cuts in front of me really quick, turning a protected left turn into The French Connection, it gets a little frustrating. So with Dustin in my passenger seat and a mindlessly swerving Kia Optima in front of me, I let the rage set in. I followed this particular car into the parking lot, and when it tried to swing out far and back into the parking space, I eased my little Malibu in. Dustin was pretty entertained (always fun to grandstand for the little kids). Well, the guy behind the wheel of the Kia was not nearly so entertained. He decided to hop out of his car and wander over to me, to discuss the matter. While he was walking over, I realized that while my self-confidence was as big as could be, my muscles were not even as big as his jewelry. I rolled down my window, and put on my best "I'm way too polite to be saying these things" face. Dustin told me later that at this point he was getting ready to spring into action if the need arose, by grabbing the door handle, taking some measured breaths, and trying to remember how he could run that fast in elementary school. The guy and I chatted a bit about how he was in the band that was opening (ended up closing) for Mitch and was running very late. I suggested that I thought we were all in a hurry after how close he was willing to come to hitting me earlier to get into the lot before me. After a few more gentlemanly words were exchanged, in which he seemed a bit apologetic about the whole cutting me off thing, I decided the expriment was over and let him have the spot. I can see, though, how if you like the prospect of being pounded, or that whole roller-coaster-safe-but-unsafe feeling, road rage could be a pretty entertaining way to spend an evening.

Drive safely, everyone.