My Saturday “plan,” as of Friday, was:
Sleep in until… whenever. Go for a swim at my complex. Shower, then head for Santa Cruz (the beach). Hang out in Santa Cruz, have lunch, maybe go to the Boardwalk, back home before dark. This was the plan because I hadn’t been to the beach/Boardwalk in almost three years, and the summer is quickly drawing to an end. One reason I hadn’t gone in awhile is because none of my friends ever want to go, and it’s a bit of a drive through a not-so-easy road.
What actually happened:
Friday night I got a call from a friend whom I haven’t seen in a couple of years, inviting me to see Brian Regan in concert. He’s a comedian that I hadn’t heard of, but is apparently somewhat famous (numerous tv appearances, including the Letterman Show). So I accepted her invitation to meet her and her friends for dinner Saturday night.
I still wanted to swim in the morning, but I was awakened by a phone call- Mom inviting me to lunch. So I skipped the swim (still an outside possibility for later) and met Mom for lunch (dim sum- YUM!). While at lunch, we called my nephew who is just starting college at Arizona State. Was great to talk to him, since it has been several months. High point of the conversation was my asking him what classes he was taking. He mumbled something, which later turned out to be “Communications.”
Right after lunch I received another call from a friend asking if I’d like to go to the movies with her. So swimming was finally scrapped, and we went to see “Despicable Me.” Quite entertaining, with great use of the 3-D effects. “It’s so FLUFFY!”
Got home with just enough time to get ready for the evening. I met my friend, who introduced me to her friends, a Japanese-American couple, about my age.
We had dinner at Original Joe’s (I had calamari), then walked to the concert hall. The other three folks had seen Brian Regan perform in concert before, and especially liked him because he doesn’t use profanity. Not necessarily a selling point for me, but he was really funny.
One thing different about his show was that when he came out for the encore, the audience just started yelling things at him. Apparently in his encore he takes “requests” of the fans’ favorite bits. Reminded me of the joke where a group of people know all the same jokes, and so just refer to them by number. Someone will yell out a number, and everyone else laughs. A newcomer says a number, and no one laughs. “How come?” he asks. “It’s the way you told it,” is the reply. 2 years ago