Leana's Comedy Blog Etc...

The continuing saga of a single, burgeoning stand-up comedienne/wanna-be poker ingénue/bitter corporate drone/closet hermit/hapless homeowner…living in L.A.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Stuff's Happening

All the stuff that's been percolating the second half of this year is finally happening. I've paved the way for a pretty awesome 2008....somehow topping the awesomeness of '07.

1) New job is working out swimmingly. I would say I wish I had left that prison I was in for the last seven years earlier- but then the job I have now might not have been available. Yeah...that's the ticket.

2) The condo is SOLD! Holy shit, I can't believe it sold so quickly. With talk of the market taking the dump and just the fact that I live in the ghetto, I thought for sure I'd have that FOR SALE sign up in my window for months. It sold in less than one. I give all the credit to my real estate agent Jack Tanner. That guy's magic.

3) I'm moving in with Boyfriend. I've never been so ready to move forward with what we've got going on here. He's even more awesome than my job.


That's just the high level stuff. Other stuff is bubblin' but I'm not ready to share that right now...just stay tuned to be impressed! (And perhaps I'll start posting more regularly so if you do stay tuned you'll be able to read something that's not....old news...)

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Road Warrier



Check out my most recent brush with death.

I had been wondering earlier in the day "Why is my car riding like a bitch?"

Next thing I know I hear what sounds like a huge rubber band breaking under my car. The car starts shaking and pulling to the right so I take it off the freeway (shout out to the 101!) and start driving to the stop sign. I thought at any moment my car would start losing power or just die right there in the middle of the road.


But once I left the freeway it stopped shaking and actually seemed OK. I pulled into a shopping center and looked under the car expecting to see pieces of something hanging off it- like my suspension or a small cat.


Unfortunately I didn't see anything. I figured it was only about 10 blocks to Boyfriend's so I drove the car over there- expecting at any minute that the car would explode.

After parking behind Boyfriend's place and peering again underneath the car I flipped it off, turned and walked away.


Boyfriend and I pondered whatever could be wrong with the car. He offered to let me borrow his car and he'd take mine to the dealer the next day. (Reason number 8,012 my boyfriend rules.) He went out to take a look and came back about a minute later saying "it's the tire."


I was so freakin' relieved. I had already been trying to figure out where to come up with the money for a new transmission or engine or a Bentley.


Of course Sears informed me that ALL FOUR tires needed replaced. Figures.

But it's still cheaper than a new Bentley.


Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Ye Olde Tradeshow

I'm in Boston for work. I like Boston. It's charming. And I don't throw that word around much. Actually I can't remember the last time I said or typed the word charming. Hmm..I must think about that.

Interesting Boston moments:

I had clam chawda(sic) my first night. I think it's a law that you have to have clam chowder within your first 24 hours in Boston. It's also a law that you have to refer to it as chawda.

I heard a girl say something was "wicked awesome." And it wasn't in a sarcastic way. She really thought something was wicked awesome.

I walked around the Old North Church, where Paul Revere did his infamous ride (allegedly!), and noticed for the first time, that the statue of him riding a horse has an extremely unnecessarily accurate depiction of horse nuts.

I was shown several places that were featured in the Jimmy Fallon craptastic film Fever Pitch.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Blog Neglected

Yeah, I'm neglecting my blog....

Still no Internet access at home.


Updates:

Love my job. Completed my first tradeshow- nobody died. Leaving tomorrow for my second tradeshow.


May have found a buyer for my condo. He may be a flake.


My pants are too tight.