Last night we went to Rascals comedy club in Cherry Hill. Pretty low-brow, IMO, but we had a good time nonetheless. Gary Ewing opened and closed. He’s a pretty funny guy, but relies too much on a high-pitched Mike Tyson-like “dumb” voice to get his jokes across. Jackson Purdue was the headliner, and while he didn’t bomb, it was an off-night. His jokes just didn’t catch fire. He seemed pretty peeved about it, too!
I spent much of my afternoon playing Asheron’s Call. Tonight we go to the Wings game — balcony suite, baby! — tho’ David would rather not go.
Mickey’s doing much much better. Hardly coughs at all!