| Holy crap an update |
| Written by Mick |
| Friday, 17 April 2009 21:15 |
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You know, considering how excited I was when we launched this site, I have to say I’m very disappointed in myself right now. We haven’t updated in eons, and we actually did another live show last month that we didn’t even plug here. Here‘s the deal: I’ve had computer issues for the last several months. Now, though, I am the proud owner of a brand new Dell Inspiron Mini, so hopefully this place will be updated a bit more. So, yeah, we had another live show back on March 27th, where we riffed on two fantastic shorts: On Guard (a little piece about how IBM saved our lives during the cold war) and Speech: The Importance of Gestures (which features an incredibly stupid scene of two dudes watching a scene and talking over it. Pathetic). We had none of the technical problems that plagued us last time, and the entire show went swimmingly. Thanks to Death by Improv for having us open up, and hopefully we can do it again soon. In fact, I might just text Hochman to see if he has a date in mind, even tentatively… Anyway, as most of my friends know, I work in a hotel. Usually second shift, was is cool because I’m a night person by nature. So the other night I was at work and a guy checked in at about 12:30 AM and wanted to know if we had any iced tea. Sure, I said. I’ll have it up in a few minutes. I start my search in the hotel gift shop, but there’s no iced tea in there. So I walk back to the kitchen. No iced tea in any of the fridges. None in dry storage. Nothing even in the little soda fountain. Undaunted, I head to the elevators. Surely the vending machines upstairs have some. The guest was on the fourth floor, and I didn’t want him to see me buying him an iced tea in case he was at the ice machines. So I went to the second floor. I had four dollars on me, and the iced tea cost two bucks. So I get to the vending machine, and I cannot put my bills in the slot. It won’t take it. I go to the third floor. Again, it won’t take it. Crap, I though, I have to go to the fourth floor anyway. Once on four, I notice the dollar slot here is lit up. Sure enough, it takes my first dollar bill. Then the light on the dollar slot goes off, and it won’t take bill number two. I hit the coin return button, and the machine proceeds to spit our precisely four quarters. To the fifth floor I go. Once on five, the dollar slot is again lit up. Yay! It took my first dollar! It took my second dollar! Awesome! I hit the button for a delicious frosty Nestea…SOLD OUT. Son of a bitch. I hit the coin return button to get my two dollars back. The machine proceeds to spit out precisely four quarters. DAMN IT. I mash the button nine or ten more times then give up. I head up to six, insert my eight quarters, and get the drink. I march down two flights of stairs to four, and give this guy his fucking iced tea. I return to the desk to grab my shit and go home. Of course, I can’t, because there’s a room service order. I go to prepare it, as there was no overnight server. Luckily, it was an easy enough order. Just two ice creams. I had spent thirty minutes in the kitchen earlier to learn the ins and outs of room service. I knew everything…except where they kept the ice cream scoops. AKJSDHCKSJVGHKSLDXHAksh;ADS That shit is hard to scoop with a spoon. Hochman hasn’t gotten back to be yet. Maybe later I’ll have more info. Love you all. Bye bye. |