September:
- A Wilhelm Scream and Junior Battles
- Riot Fest
October:
- Lagwagon, Dead to Me, and the Flatliners
- The Early November and Cartel
- Fest
November:
- Propagandhi and the Menzingers
- The Front Bottoms and Cheap Girls
And more, I’m sure.
Crying from excitement.
I mean, I did, but I was hoping I wouldn’t.
And I’m sure it’s my fault.
I really hate myself sometimes.
An ENTIRE week. Is that really necessary?
I’m guessing ticket sales suck because the other night, the Laugh Factory tweeted “the first 10 people to retweet this will receive a pair of tickets.” A friend of mine got a bunch of free tickets from work. Megan Gailey, a very funny local comic, is opening for him, and she also has been giving away a ton. Colin also tweeted asking anyone if they wanted some, to which an acquaintance of mine responded he’d like some for his birthday, and Colin goes, “SURE! I can get you more than 10 if you want!”
Way to go, dude.
(Again, my dislike of this comic didn’t come from the fact that his tweets are lazy and misogynistic, or that he’s basically Dane Cook 2.0, but because he’s such a child. He got his fans to comment on this article (about Mark Leggett’s open letter to him), saying how funny he is and how much everyone else sucks. He then goes on to retweet all the “fuck the haters! lol” tweets he got from the fans. If anyone tweeted shit to him, they were immediately blocked. He says he’s an insult comic, but blocks anyone who insults him. He needs to grow up.)
That’s what I get for being a good audience member: a round of drinks from the emcee and another one from one of the comics.
Fucking comedy shows.
This doesn’t happen to me. I don’t know what to do with myself, really. Just gonna not remind myself (or remind him) that he’s 11 years older than me and it should all be good, right?
The Lawrence Arms-The Slowest Drink At The Saddest Bar On The Snowiest Day in The Greatest City
Summer’s gone, carry on
I’m a ghost in the dawn
This is my ringtone. I make sure to turn it off whenever I go into Gingerman and Chris is working.
I was about to go and buy my $50 Megabus ticket to Nashville (what the hell? seriously.) when I remembered Greyhound was a thing. I’ve never used it, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt. The ticket was only $35 and it was an express: wifi, extra legroom, etc. Score.
I did, however, forget to buy a Dark Knight marathon ticket for Thursday, so while Nick is seeing that, I’ll probably go see Marc Maron at Zanies. Not mad.
I’m excited to see everyone. I have a feeling this trip to Nashville will be a lot better than the last.
I hate leaving Chicago, but right now, I just need to get out of here badly.
In reference to my last post, maybe not.
Maybe.
I don’t know.
I wish I didn’t get so hung up on people.
Pretty sure this is the first time a guy has shown as much interest in me as I do in him. If we could just keep this up, that’d be great, thanks.
Chicago and Normal in November.
Me = dead.
Based on comedian-turned-playwright-turned-filmmaker Mike Birbiglia’s successful one-man show, SLEEPWALK WITH ME turns passionate and personal storytelling into comic art. Birbiglia directed, co-wrote and stars as a burgeoning stand-up comedian struggling with the stress of a stalled career, a stale relationship threatening to race out of his control, and the wild spurts of severe sleepwalking he is desperate to ignore. Produced and co-written by Ira Glass (NPR’s “This American Life”), SLEEPWALK WITH ME features a stellar supporting cast that includes Lauren Ambrose (“Six Feet Under”), Carol Kane (Taxi), James Rebhorn (Meet the Parents), Cristin Milioti (“30 Rock”), and a sampling from the who’s who of today’s stand-up scene. Bursting with sincerity, Mike Birbiglia’s first foray into filmmaking marks the emergence of a hilarious and heartbreaking new voice.
You have no idea how excited I am for this movie. Sleepwalk With Me is one of my favorite stand up albums and this trailer is pretty much everything I could’ve wished for and more. There are some cameos by comedians I love, but I just about died when I saw Marc Maron.
Fucking stoked. August 24th needs to get here now.
Kinda snuck up on us. Chicago’s is usually later. I made up my list; it’s pretty small: Anthony Raneri, Anti-Flag, Bayside, Every Time I Die, I Fight Dragons, Into It. Over It., Koji, New Found Glory, Polar Bear Club, Stepdad, Taking Back Sunday, The Scissors, The Used, Yellowcard.
Hopefully I’ll have a good chance of schedules not conflicting.
Remember how much 2010’s Warped ruled?: All-American Rejects, Far From Finished, I Can Make A Mess, The Rocket Summer, AM Taxi, Fake Problems, Riverboat Gamblers, Deal’s Gone Bad, Andrew W.K., Flatfoot 56, The Flatliners, The Frantic, Motion City Soundtrack, New Years Day, Polar Bear Club, Reel Big Fish, The Swellers, Terrible Things, Alkaline Trio, Face to Face.
I miss that.
Because he is a sweet prince and his joy brings me happiness.
I have a problem.
LotR all day with the boy.
Fuck you guys. Stop being cute.
