Ladies & Gentlemen, Weird AlMy sister snapped this shot of Al and her friend (who I cut out of the picture) at the after party (see previous post). Believe it or not, she said it was nearly 2 and a half hours of delightful entertainment. She'd not only go see Al again, she highly recommends him to anyone with a sense of humor. She said he's got a cult following of rabid fans, and there was a petition being circulated to get Al in the R&R Hall of Fame.
I didn't take any pictures of Neil Flynn (The Janitor), even though my camera was inches away in my purse. He's totally good looking in real life. I knew he was tall, but seriously, he's at least 6 foot 5 if not 6 foot 6. He also has piercing blue eyes. He and his comrades in Beer Shark Mice were great. For anyone who has never been to improv before, they had someone from the audience shout out a location (sushi restaurant), and away they went. They riffed for close to an hour to mostly nonstop hilarity. There was a man sitting in front of me, probably at least 75 years old, who was practically wetting himself with laughter. Good times.
When we left the club, the Santa Ana winds had started blowing. Of course since then, they have been the genesis of total devastation. Early yesterday when the only city ablaze was Malibu, I was getting ashes here, about 50 miles south. Now that most of Southern California has exploded, there's no relief for anyone, anywhere. At this point, the closest fire is about 30 miles away, but the sky has been essentially obscured all day with soot and blowing ash. At my house, it's finally cooling off a little (that is to say, at 6:00 p.m., it's down to 86 at the beach), but having the windows open means you're choking on the smell of smoke. I can't imagine what the firefighters and residents on the scene of these fires are dealing with. Keep your fingers crossed that we get a break in the weather.