Comedian Erin Conroy: May 2010

Comedian Erin Conroy

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Another Tim To The Rescue

This time it was my dear friend Timmy-La from my high school days who reminded me that I have a blog. "Oh yeah!" I sez, rememberin' that this was where I put my musin's and whatnot. So thanks for reminding me and inadvertently making me feel great guilt for not updating often enough. Did it make you feel good, Tim? Make you feel like a big man?

Many weeks ago, I was a guest on my friends Ryan Conner and Alan Skontra's podcast, "Caligula's Grotto". They are pretty funny dudes, and every episode they have a comic or two on as guests. I recommend you give the episodes a listen if you get a chance, there's some hilarious shiznit. I can download them on ITunes? For free? I feel like Ryan told me that once. When it comes to technological conversations, I just breathe really shallowly and nod my head and pray for the discussion to end. Because I never have anything to add, and if it goes on too long I inevitably end up asking something laughable like, "So, how do you GET the songs on your IPod? Do you use witchcraft?". And then our friendship is forever altered.

What was I saying? Download the shows. They are good. I'm on episode 2 or 3, and my co-guest is Frank Hong. You will quickly realize how useless I was that episode, as the soundtrack for the entire hour is me trying to stifle my laughter at Frank. Frank Hong remains one of the funniest people I have ever met in my life. For those of you who have had the good fortune to see him perform, you know what I'm talking about. So throughout the entire podcast, I was giggling and chortling at every thing he said or did, or faces he made. It's a shame I only see Frank about once a year - he's like the Aurora Borealis of my friends. Beautiful and mesmerizing, and gone far too soon.

Do the Aurora Borealis only happen once a year? I sure hope so, or else that comparison is shot, and I'll just be so embarassed.

I did a benefit show for my friend's theatre troupe a few weeks back, and did 75% new stuff. It all went over really well and proved to be the kick in the butt I needed to get writing again. So next time you see me on stage, get ready for more puns than you can handle!!! *holds up a door handle* Get it? It might be too high-brow for you. Don't beat yourself up.

I was at a party for a friend a little while back, and I think I may be a little rusty when it comes to flirting. There was a guy there that I had met before and thought was really swell, so we started chatting. It was going fine, until he mentioned he never takes the bus here in the city. Well, apparently I was waiting for an opening all night long, because I just started talking a mile a minute about the bus. The BUS. How easy it is to figure out the bus schedule, how pleasant the rides can be, how the "Bus Only" lanes make for faster travel time than you would guess - etc etc. I think I went on about the bus for 20 minutes. Why??! I have to assume it was nerves or booze or a combination of the two - but I grabbed a hold of that topic and shook it until it lay lifeless and horrible in between the two of us. It was unpretty. I think at one point he even asked me if I worked for the MTA. Holy crap - that's awful.

Anyways....know any single bus drivers?

Friday, May 07, 2010

If Only They Hadn't Blurred His Number...

I might have been able to finally find love.