It's funny. . .

It's kinda funny, but I feel sorta popular. Seriously, it's a new feeling for me. Gimme a 'sec to get used to it. . . ahhhhhh. . . ouch. Yeah, that's enough of that.

So why do I feel popular? Well, it appears that I've found a little niche in the rock-climber's group. When I told them that I wasn't going to be able to climb with them this weekend, there were tears. They were kept on the inside, but I'm sure they were there nonetheless. No doubt. Still though, it was a unique experience, having to explain to a group of people why I wasn't going to be able to travel with them; I'm usually waaaaay more antisocial than this.

The reason that I'm not climbing this weekend? Well, it went about like this:

"Hey, Brandt, you wanna go to a comedy thing on the 18th of May?"
". . . Maybe. I'm not sure what I'm doing two weeks from now, life is never quite that predictable."
"Oh, okay."

Two days pass. . .

"Okay, I got you a ticket to see one of my favorite comedians!"

Apparently my "maybe"s mean yes. Not that that's a bad thing, I'm really more of a Tabasco Bottle half-full kinda guy anyways. So this weekend I'm going to see a comedy festival at Wellington. It should prove to be fun, but there's a chance that it's going to be like the last time that I saw a comedian here in New Zealand:

. . . grumble. . . mumble. . . inaudible accented comment. . . guys from Welly. . . heh hum . . . grumble. . . penis. . . Christchurch!

At which point the joint erupted into laughter, and I was left to stare at the audience, alone in my lack of comprehension. It was an . . . interesting experience.

Well, here's to hoping it's not quite like that. Maybe this time I'll be able to understand a string of more than two words! Gleeberries!