Sitting in the airport. Flight’s delayed. For the first time in knowing each other for years, M. and I are gonna be getting on a plane together. Unless, of course, mother nature fucks us anally, and the weather on the East Coast means are delayed flight is a non-flight.

First time back in six months. First day off from work that wasn’t a holiday.

Hey all in Boston, I’ll be down in Providence, RI at a wedding. Call me on my cell, drive down and have a beer.

(By the way, just about now, a crew of my all time favorite Boston comic folk have just auditioned for the Aspen Comedy fest. While the odds are not in their favor, it would be nice if someone got a little taste of notice.)